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Shifting tides.

I can feel the water shift from right under my feet.
I can feel and see the new ties being made, there strong and moving quickly almost so to tie the knots harder and make them heavier in a sense.

I didn't think I'd miss it so much but I guess it's a love story where we each need each other, the company of a great friend I will always have I'm sure of that much, but a love story were it started with bitterness but ends a joyous act of pleasure for them both is something I no longer pray for.
Come home safe my darling.

Friendships help us hide from one another and ourselves at the best of times.

I spoke recently to a dear friend of mine she said "come back please" and the idea of being welcomed into an already settled environment seems only to sweet, I would love in fact to go and see that world once more but this time stay.
The loneliness is inflected by the lack of news, the lack of energy and the lack of trying by both.

I will try now and if nothing changes, leave this land once again, leave this place of sheer solitude in hope of acceptance.

Were all friends, we all know the same people but for some odd reason I can't help but feel alone with them.
The laughter come's and goes as does the tea we drink and the plans we make.
I wish for simpler days of sunshine, nights in with a film and true companions and comrades.

Maybe with a strong sense of us, our ties things will be better before long.

One can't hold out hope for everyone and this is sadly what I'm doing.

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