poetry or journal?...

I don't even know what I am, at the moment I want to be held, warm day, sunny light, safe arms holding me, I need to be held, maybe a few pecks, sense of warmth, sense of security, sense of love, well the warmth makes me think of sitting in the shade of a huge tree, reading my book, by the sea.. with my mat in the sand and watching the water shine, it's not too hot, nor too cold, life is hard as we all know, but I could survive in this thought... do i really need to be held or just be lonely and be happy with myself.. the warmth and playing with the shadows, breathing in the salt of the sea... dreaming....