Everyone Goes Disappearing
It has been a long time since I used this, but I feel a need again to send words out into the universe regardless of anyone being on the receiving end.
Someone once told me I was like bits of paper that floated in and out of their life. The eternal phone call that you can never get up the energy to return. I suppose in a surreal way, that is all we really are to each other. Memories in passing. If I could stack all the events in my life end to end I wonder if I could go back and laugh at those things that tormented me? I think about her sometimes and wonder where she is or what she is doing, but do I really care? Probably not.
Someone once told me I was like bits of paper that floated in and out of their life. The eternal phone call that you can never get up the energy to return. I suppose in a surreal way, that is all we really are to each other. Memories in passing. If I could stack all the events in my life end to end I wonder if I could go back and laugh at those things that tormented me? I think about her sometimes and wonder where she is or what she is doing, but do I really care? Probably not.