That guy in the bar, geeking in his iPad, alone, sad, lonely, trying to make himself vulnerable and adapt to society.

Feeling comfortable with himself, but scared of what surrounds him. Hides in a corner, plays games, drinks a soda. Hugging his backpack, strong, as if it was that person he wishes to find.

A word breakers his glass, he is invited to sit with others. Smile in his face, red in his chicks. Tension in his shoulders let go as he tries to melt and feel as one.

We all want to belong, even those that sometimes wish to be lost, will always want to come back.