San a single change, I once again find myself in a box, within another box, in a box of no borders. Stricken of anxiety, I plead to find new life. Nothing seems to be new here – nothing seems to sprout happiness. When I see one who has so much, and desires and changes to acquire so little – who stands tall in this day, and bares vision to the herds of onlookers of left and right, I long to be the individual amongst the struggles of riches. I long to be the others in the society that’s unstoppably active. I long to relive the old, yet I cannot stand this deafening stagnation here. Friends afar represent trees of many branches to which I gaze upon of ropes and swings of fun and happiness and social worthiness and egotistical satisfaction that only call to me as a dream. I long for a rekindled best-friendship. I long for the person you are, and the mind you posses, and the world you live in. I long for health, friendship, relationship, knowledge, acceptance. I long for longer than I can endure, thus I pray… my friend. I pray to find you. I pray to find you and the orbitals of society that you guide within your grace. I long for the change you can bring, as the change I have not witnessed in this day. I long to breathe deep, as only in this moment I withhold the emptiness you fulfill. I panic in this world, for today I feel it consumes me whole. San a change in my life, my dreams appear distant, yet the tear that falls to my open hands only calls forth the beginning of tomorrow. Change, I pray, enlightens this tired soul soon.