here we go on.

taking steps 2 x 2 because we're not getting any younger. i miss us, the friends we were, the ideal deep connection. none of this superficial 372 friends on fb, but the few i could count on my hand. they are all married, prospecting on children, moving on to the next step in the instructions. people try to solve it but my existence doesn't fit. i found refuge though, superficial comradery abounds. there are pleasures to be had in this escape artist world, but i am also aware of how quick we are to leave. things catch up with age and this here cheese is quite ripe. searching out slow quiet talks, the one on one. finding the worries as they unfolded, not ready in the mind but escaping in the tongue. if things were different i would give. i see why people cut off. wary, only capable with few. good luck with that. i will cheer when you are gone from us forever. happy for you, though secretly waiting. i'll be right back here if it all falls through.