There’s nowhere else, I’d rather be than right here, tonight.
It’s a standard state of being for there to be somewhere else I’d rather be.
But tonight, I only assume there is somewhere else I’d rather be, out of habit, but find, that though it is specific, that it is situational, conditional, any other place would hold a longing to be here, despite my terror at not belonging
The Truth is in the specific.
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