thunder in my ears
I haven't seen you in days. Weeks. A month, at least. This is probably the third or fourth post about you, about us, about this situation we're in.
What will happen? I'm all set with everything. How about you?
I've been moving up the ladder.
Even if I fall, I'll still be on some level higher than the one I started out on. Friday will be a continuation, Saturday and Sunday will be a risk, and the week after will be my safety net. Either way I will progress. More money, more exposure, more aquaintances, more adventure.
And you?
Where have you gone to? Last I heard you asked for a light somewhere behind my house. I didn't come out. I was ashamed.
"You're different."
"Fuck you, go suck a cock, faggot."
"No, I'm serious. You've changed."
"Maybe it's because I'm clean?"
"No, I think you're growing up."
"Oh."
And then all the adults come back for me. Is it really that obvious?
None of them are you.
The other night as the smoke soaked into my hair, I realized how distanced I've become to my friends. Well, old friends. Seeing all of them in one room, hugging each individual, feeling in their embrace how much they've changed. How much they've grown. And here we all are.
Of course I left early.
Best not get too comfortable.
Who knows what would've happened. Actually, everyone would get addicted again and we'd be in the same fucking place as two years ago. That's why. But it was nice coming into contact again. =)
Soon.
Yes, sometime soon.
What will happen? I'm all set with everything. How about you?
I've been moving up the ladder.
Even if I fall, I'll still be on some level higher than the one I started out on. Friday will be a continuation, Saturday and Sunday will be a risk, and the week after will be my safety net. Either way I will progress. More money, more exposure, more aquaintances, more adventure.
And you?
Where have you gone to? Last I heard you asked for a light somewhere behind my house. I didn't come out. I was ashamed.
"You're different."
"Fuck you, go suck a cock, faggot."
"No, I'm serious. You've changed."
"Maybe it's because I'm clean?"
"No, I think you're growing up."
"Oh."
And then all the adults come back for me. Is it really that obvious?
None of them are you.
The other night as the smoke soaked into my hair, I realized how distanced I've become to my friends. Well, old friends. Seeing all of them in one room, hugging each individual, feeling in their embrace how much they've changed. How much they've grown. And here we all are.
Of course I left early.
Best not get too comfortable.
Who knows what would've happened. Actually, everyone would get addicted again and we'd be in the same fucking place as two years ago. That's why. But it was nice coming into contact again. =)
Soon.
Yes, sometime soon.