Gilded

I think I’m getting more neurotic about solitude than normal (if that’s at all possible!) because I’m stuck at home, no longer immersed in an environment where there are always other people on hand and, at the very least, the illusion of friendship holds strong.

Here, where half-hearted suggestions of “…we should hang out” and broken social circles reign supreme, the blow of an offer ignored strikes harder. It feels like an outstretched hand left to dangle feebly at a departing back, reaching for a silhouette disappearing into the sunset.