A tacklehug
Running out to greet friends.
The feathery-light feeling
Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,
All grasping for some sort of an embrace.
A giant group hug
Bear hugs, too
Running and leaping and laughing.
A tap on the hand,
Asking for permission
Going a little beyond
Friendship
Scooting closer
Leaning in
Holding hands.
Arms around shoulders,
Elbows hooked,
A giant spinny circle
Where we always fall down.
Human touch is an incredible thing
And I cherish it.
I like auditioning. I like it because it makes me feel special - I like the anticipation, walking in that room, and just getting to play what you've practiced. It's predictable.
I've been here before
I know this feeling
the impending sense of
happening.
It's going to happen
it's inevitable
is this a mistake?
I will back off so fast if you tell me you don't want it.
I don't know you
I want to
but not yet.
I know you are more useful to me as a faraway rival
of extraordinary difficulty
than as a friend right now
I also know I won't have a choice next year.
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