Who Will I Hug?

Life can be so lonely sometimes. I'm really drawing a blank now... perhaps it's the cheap wine that I just drank. I don't remember what it was that I wanted to write about in this particular blog. The only thing that comes to mind now... is Sylvester... and the question, "Who will I hug now?"

I had Sylvester a few weeks ago to hug whenever I felt down. He was always a constant in my life. I still remember the many times where I hid in the bathroom and held him and cried. That was the only place where I found any comfort when I used to live with my parents... back in high school and during my college years.

Hugging Sylvester always made me feel better... I would stare into his eyes and he would stare back quietly. Sometimes I would hug him so tight that I technically would be squeezing him... on occasions he would sometimes release puffs of air through his nose and mouth because I squeezed him too tight... hehehee...

I miss him. Who do I hug now? Who will hug me back? I'm going to end this blog here.


To Sylvester

Three weeks passed,
I walk with a mask.
Your toys are still near,
It's still unfair.

Where are you now?
Are you "the stars that shine at night"?
Then you mustn't be there,
I only see the darkness that I fear.

Do you hear me -
When I call you?
Can you see me -
When I need you?

Perhaps tonight, we'll meet.
Will you come back for a treat?
I want to touch you, caress you...
-- Feel your fuzzy cheeks...

I find comfort living in the past...
'Cause life is now nothing
-- But an empty glass.

PS: I miss you. I want a hug from you.

- Sparkyx