loneliness is a puddle on my pillow

March 20, 2012 | 44 Comments

Grey skies and a single lonely island

I miss being known. I miss being loved because I am known. I miss relaxing into friendship like it was a beanbag chair. I miss feeling celebrated.

I miss Seth and watching his life unfold. I miss my custom-made family. I miss their voices and their sadness and their joy and the smacking sounds they made when they ate and their too-loud breathing during movies and that they sometimes said the wrong things. I miss saying the wrong things and oh well. I miss their arms around me even when they weren’t. I miss safe places and belonging. Knowing that I belong. Waking up at 3am and thinking thinking thinking is hereby forbidden.

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