how to dust myself off

The Fall.

It seems that my friends have gone missing. 

Why can’t this be a game of hide and seek like when we were children?

I love fancying strangers.

There’s no chance of a broken heart.

I have a great connection for 2 minutes, 2 hours at most.

With no expectation or potential to dwell over.

“That's life

(That's life)

That's what all the people say

You're riding high in April, shot down in May

But I know I'm gonna change that tune

When I'm back on top, back on top in June”

Frank and I would have been good friends.

Maybe he would be worried I would leave him as I worry about my friends.

Let’s learn to be a bit more forgiving,

Easier said than done.

But anyways,

That’s life.

The Floor.

How could people not love sitting on the hardwood floor?

The way it makes your back melt into the earth.

It’s so funny thinking of the times I've laid on the floor.

Those times I stared at the ceiling crying over breakup #1, #4, #9, infinity.

Coming home so intoxicated you immediately fall to the ground.

The relief from a cold floor when the air is so hot. 

The hardwood floor is my bestfrind. 

Can an inanimate object be your bestfriend?

Should it be your bestfriend?

That could seem a bit concerning-

Time to call my shrink.

The Get Up.

I walk a thin line between being a loner and feeling lonely. 

The loner loves to do whatever pleases them in that time and moment

Never to consider someone else and their plans or pace

Constantly stirring inside with hopes of discovery and happiness with what they choose to do next.

By the time I start to envy two people sharing a meal along the water or having someone to come home to, I realize my envy has come too late.

And my selfish tendencies have won.

Oh well.

Sometimes loneliness leads to mindless writings like this one.