Nobody knows you

Sitting here thinking about loneliness. Sitting in our workplaces, at our homes, places where people are around us, feeling completely alone. I want that vacation back. I want people around me that know me and care about me as me and not what value I provide to them or what i can do for them. I want people who allow me to be crazy, happy, sad, and know me. I want to be able to dance in the rain (if it does that here), scream at the top of my lungs, and share in some deep romance that pushes loneliness to the farthest reaches of existance and disappears. I want to lay crying, surrounded by arms. Surrounded by slow breathing, and a sense, that those arms capture my loneliness, understand it, and bring me back to the place of childhood, where safe in a parents arms, I found peace.