Neutralness

Today I sit by my metallic green coloured window on the sixth floor over looking the busy neighborhood street in a state of contentment. I am not overly happy nor am I sad just in place of blissful neutralness. I see the trees being blown back and forth by the cool breeze, swaying in the wind and dancing with the air.

As the wind cuddles the branches of these tall oak trees I wish that someone would cuddle me. I wish someone would make me sway and dance to their melody.
So today I sit here as unmovable as the oak tree outside my window longing for something, someone somewhere to touch me in deeply and hold me until the sunsets and the moons rules the night sky. Yet I am contented!