The other kids are not alone
They are stable and they sit
Encased in Friday afternoon's sweet infinity
Sitting, smoking, talking, bonding
Making connections, weaving friendship
Understanding each other, simply being together
They are creating something
That I am not a part of

I am here alone
Typing
Making connections to shadows
And understanding the language of wind.

I wish humans didn't depend on others
I wish I didn't need them
I wish I didn't yearn for what they have
But I do.