freedom is freeing until it's lonely. the price of independence is this crushing, soulless lack of connection. i want to be able to take whichever path i spontaneously choose, yet i long for somebody to be waiting for me when i reach my destination. are those mutually exclusive? i want someone to tell me i'm doing a good job. i feel small. is this why people believe in god? i miss someone i don't even know yet, who i may never even meet at all. i miss someone i once prayed to get away from, whose absence is now strange in a way i thought would feel better than it actually does.












