What an impact anticipation has on the psyche.
Due to previous commitments, I will be unable
to join the family this weekend, a sorrow within
itself. Yet, that pure, delicious sense of joy builds
as those moments of solitude draw nigh. What
strange and amazing creatures we humans are
with our contradictions in terms . . . thinking of
the things we crave, others we loathe and yet
some of no importance. Still, here I am, awaiting
solitude with bated breath . . .
a time of lonely
dance of anticipation
the soulmate within
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