Desires

What is it that I desire? Something greater? This feeling of tenderness I crave, I want to give. But what? My heart? My hands? And to whom? Easily inspired by simple beauty, yet broken down by the simple feeling of loneliness. So, what is it that I, we, desire so much? We're told to believe in something. A higher power. Something greater than ourselves. To believe in things we cannot see. Then in an instant, we're judged by our skeletons instead of our fortunes, and everything we believe in becomes distorted.