"A Journey of Parties" by Rosanna Wolff

How I miss the hoards of people that love and do not judge. That could care less if you are included, part of the elite, part of the group. I am sweet on diversity, intrigued by parallel lifestyles. I dream of a labyrinth of friendships that lay like lace on a wedding dress. How wide is my city, how deep are the layers of tar. How vast is my social aspiration, that blanket all types. I fly through the metropolis super imposed and smiling down on anyone with a light in their soul, a spark in their heart, a shine in their eyes. There's beautiful people out there. People who love. Women who care. Friends who trust you. Loves who adore. There are always people. Thank you God for people to love.