There's loneliness in the air today. It tries to break the good and the bad and turn it into despair. Does loneliness mean you have no one or you just know someone else, someone you've never met before, is supposed to be here? Because there are others, people who radiate, people who are the reason for feeling whole. But there's that one person, being, thing, that's supposed to be here. Where are you? Are you searching for another, too?
I'm right here.
It's not that I would trade, I would just like to add.
It's not that I'm not happy, I just wonder, wonder, wonder.
Sometimes the imagination is a friendly foe.
Sometimes I wish you were here.
Sometimes I'm glad you aren't.
Most days I wish.
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