Waiting for my angel...

Why do I read the same book again and again, listen to the same song again and again and watch the same movie number of times? There must be some reason behind this "apparent" monotonic monotonicity. The reason is that we can relate to it, connect to it in ways that only our subconscious mind is aware of.I realized this just now when I was again reading an extract from "DOCTORS" by Erich Segal. Many incoherent thoughts occupy my mind. There are so many things I want to do, so many things I want to read but why am I still stuck with this book that I've already read 5 times? Its confusing, at the same time its frustrating. I’m frustrated about being frustrated. I’m angry about being angry.I’m mad about being mad.I’m tired of being tired. I need somebody to accompany me..to break my silence..to invade my solitude..to share my thoughts.. to listen to me..to speak to me..to guide me..to corroborate me..and to be there for me.Sometimes I think I am asking too much. Sometimes in life, its easier talking to a stranger.Maybe its just human nature to socialize..to be loved and to love? But still everyone asks us to be wary of strangers. why are we estranged from strangers? Why do we search for known faces every place we go. Why do we want to live in the shadow of the past. I know there are few friends I would love to be with most of the time, but I need some time to be myself. I need someone apart from my friends. Someone who completes me. Someone gets the best out of me. I am no stranger to love, but I am still waiting for my angel. The angel who would drive the devil out of my mind.