Old Friends
Well - I’m pretty sure they’re mostly gone now. There’s a few that I still stay in contact with. But - after Covid and after wells and just geography - it’s safe to say there will never be another chili cook off. There will never be another friends kids birthday party and there will not be as many old friends anymore.
That’s what happens when you’re miserable and lazy - nobody wants to be around you and you don’t want to care if they do or don’t after a very short time.
It’s ok. I’ve always kinda been like this. I don’t need as many old friends any more - I’m not anyone they know anyway. Time to start again or just move on.
I mean if you think about it you’re only really friends with people because out of the limited proximity you choose a handful of people that you have things in common with when you’re still living in the land of abundant prime numbers as ages. I wish I didn’t feel sad about it - I do a little - I do more so because I can’t fix it. And I don’t want to. I just don’t care.
I’m running out of room most days.
I’m losing a little now. I don’t like it.
The Air in the Fall
Weightless walk in clouds
Where your brain wonders
To the parts
Of grey walking
That touch only what was wanted
What was wondering with you
Without knowing it was wanted
The fall catches up to you
The realities
The emotions
The balance
It’s gone
Your air is now back to water
Under it
Lonely and stale
Timeless and pointless
Terrible to touch such a wonderful
Warm feeling
Only to have the cool air
Steal it from you
Painted pieces of performance
Bought by a brand new moment
Lost in doubt
Saved by the fall
