Sometimes I

Sometimes I am lonely and wanting. I imagine for myself things that I can not have, or haven't had yet. My days can feel small or insignificant. I wonder if I am remembered or even thought of. I wish for closeness and for belonging. I think of missed opportunities, for friendship or fulfillment or for connection. All of these things weigh me down, make me heavy and fill my stomach with longing. In these times I do not feel weak. I do not feel broken or sad, I feel human. I feel at home amongst the unknown of the future, and am uplifted by what tomorrow may bring. 

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