thoughts

As he lay there on the grass his senses were alive. He looked up at the night sky and saw the stars, knowing that there were many millions more up there and only the brightest shone throught the light pollution from the city. He felt the breeze over his bare arms, tickling and caressing his skin. He heard the birds singing, bidding the sun farewell; singing it to sleep maybe. He smelt the sweet smell of the cool, damp ground combined with the smell of the recently cut grass. And it was at this moment that he realised how very much alone he was. He wished that there was someone lying next to him. How he wished that the gentle touches he felt on his arm weren't just the wind. Of all the millions of people on Earth, there must be one for me he wondered.
Where was she?
Maybe this was all he was destined to know. Lonlieness.
He prayed that it wasn't.