| September 20, 2017


Sometimes, companionship is no longer hostage to being in each other’s company.
Sometimes, physical distances can really make you feel a yearning that’s difficult to put aside.
Sometimes, along the business of growing up, we tend to forget how to simply keep doing, over and over again, that which makes us happy.
Sometimes, excess baggage has this thing of slowing you down. Lose some and you gain so much.
Sometimes, you feel a certain joy in the vicinity of things uncertain that’s far greater than the comfort of the familiar.
Sometimes, it’s fiction. Some other, far more frequent times, it’s not.
At least not in it’s entirety.

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