Namaste

He sat quietly, trying to relax. He was supposed to be meditating, but he couldn't turn off his brain today. So many thoughts running through his mind, he felt a gnat flitting every which way.
Breathe. A deep breath, exhale. Again.
It just wasn't working. He felt his shoulder ache from the weather front moving in. He rolled his shoulder, relieving some pressure. His nose itched, his foot hurt, all the inconsequential things pressing into his consciousness. His mind was supposed to be clear.
It was all mindless rubble designed to keep him from thinking about the real problem. The one that wouldn't let him achieve his center. Her. She was always on his mind. A drug, an obsession, as vital to him as his heart. She pumped through his veins like heroin, quicker than any drug, more powerful than all the drugs combined. She was in his blood stream.
He breathed deep, trying to focus on nothing, to calm his brain and slow his heart. It was like riding a kayak through a tsunami. His heart raced at the thought of her, boiling his blood making it hard to think, hard to breathe. He wanted to hold her and never let go.
He shook his head, this was going nowhere. He couldn't focus and now he was sexually frustrated. Taking a deep relaxing breath, he tried to forget and focus on nothing. It didn't work, he loved hearing her voice, the sound of her laughter, the electric touch of her hand on his skin.
He opened his eyes, and sighed. He wanted to be with her so bad, and there was no possible way. No matter the scenario, it never worked out. Why did life have to be so cruel?