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Wandering the streets

Late night strolls. Wandering rides. Looking for some thing. Not quite sure. Never feeling fully filled. I know what you are looking for. I also had that glare a few years ago. In a time where I was hoping,enjoying, finding myself again in a new world. You are not lost.

Late night coffees can not answer what you need. That rush of adrenaline to figure out... some thing. It hits you late a night, because throughout the day you let it pass you by. You let them all walk right past you. You did not say a word. And now it's just you. With no one but...you. You are lonely. No friends, no feeling of being accepted and loved. No opportunity to share thoughts and laughs. It was really great at first, but now it's become tiresome, un-interesting, and un-satisfying. 

I never realized it until I saw you walking down the street at night. The answer to what we are looking for... a companion. Now that I have one I haven't had these late night cravings to get out and search for something. Now I realize, it was not something. It was some one.

◄ My friend I will see you tomorrow

Bel Lago ►

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