On, on

A little something I wrote earlier in the year. It is interesting looking back... see how I felt, how much has changed, and how much is still the same. I am seeing how full this year has been with growth.

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loved and lonely
the tug and pull
of sadness and joy

tears
even after the warmth of friendship
melancholy in the stillness
overwhelmed in the chaos

longing for old days
or wishing today was different
seeing faces

possibilities but nothing more

losing what was never mine
how are you? fine
I have no choice but to go on

on, on, until I realize that what I've been
looking for
is right in front of me