I really miss people.

they asked me to tell my story, and so I did

they asked me to tell my story, and so I did

a story, something of substance, something of meaning, something *real*

alive and fizzing with

a life of its own, a life beyond my mind, a life beyond mine

alive and fizzing with

so much else.

the full stop just cements it.

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And right now, I really miss people.

I feel heavy with grief.

And I want to be and share and be present with it.

I want to share and be present with it.

We are souls with bodies, not bodies with souls.

And it’s not so much that I miss all that I took for granted, but that I mourn all that I didn’t let myself take advantage of before.

I feel heavy with an understanding that comes only with deep reflection and self-compassion.

When I think of all the people that I know and have known, I come face to face with all the people that I am and have been. I see myself in them, and them in me. And I love them for it. And I love me for it. Gutteral, off-piste. Riddled with ‘errors’ (grammatical and otherwise). Im…