Sharondipity, Pt. 3
Looking back, you muse why you stayed at the party until the sun came up over the horizon in the clearest spring day England had in months.
Could be the loneliness you feel corroding your soul’s fragile structure.
You leave the party wanting more than you knew you could.
Something is still struggling to breakthrough the long night and into your limelight.
You walk a block back towards your stuffy room, and notice your one true connection made during the night.
It’s the people you helped to find drinks earlier.
They are beaconing you inside to have drinks and continue the nights raging energy.
You feel a surge of agreeableness and follow them inside.