it’s good to finally talk
with friends
long met
but never acquainted
in the night we share
conversations
interactions
there are sounds of laughter
all about the campsite
and for once I feel
at home
it’s true that I feel both
connected, and alone
at the same time
longing for what could have been
and what is yet to come
i feel the bliss of a gentle buzz
washing over me
the night is young
and I am old
but that doesn’t matter now
soon I will speak to thousands
or one
i inhale the secret breath of life
only to exhale
the breath of solitude
but only for a short time
till I join you