September 27: Home.

you could call,
you could email,
you could text,
you could tweet.
you could knock,
you could...
I could wait,
I could anticipate,
I could be anxious,
yet I try
to reason, to understand, to let go.

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With the social high, comes the social low. That wave of emptiness, the decided lack of some *thing* to do, of some *one* to hang with. The ebb and flow of life, the struggle to keep feeling good, to keep feeling wanted. A platonic sense of belonging, a sense of community, a sense of connection. How quickly it fades, how quickly it sparks, how quickly we lose it.