circle of friends

you all left, or passed out somewhere in the house. we drank wine, we dined, we sang, laughed, and cried.

and now typing this at 4 in the morning, listening to songs, i can't stop these tears. i don't know why or who i cry for. perhaps for the girl who has tried so hard all her life but realizes she's been doing it for everyone else but herself, perhaps for the boy who wakes up at a different hotel room every morning and who doesn't know where to call home. perhaps for myself a little bit, but also knowing at the same time that i'm blessed, and loved.

we're all looking for the same things. merely, somewhere we belong. and if we're allowed to be greedier, someone to love.

i wash up and put all of you to bed, set up the fans, turn off the lights. sleep tight.