vibrations
04.10.19 | 8:43 pm

i know there is no such thing as a geographic cure, but i have to ask: am i incurably lonely? am i forever damned to nights like these?

in truth, i am sitting outside at a bar on a beautiful night, glass of wine in one hand, book of poetry in the other. it’s not so bad.

but no matter what, i want for so much. i always see what’s lacking here. the empty chair across from me.

—

i know, i know: give it time.

everything happens with time.

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