“I caught a glimpse, but it’s been forgotten”
Hiding from faces I will never see again, just to know a smile will be on that face, even though I won't see it. You forget how predictable young minds are, but then realizations set in and you feel stupid for forgetting.
No real plan in mind, just letting my fingers do the work, or lack of, for now. So let your eyes continue to feed off this and stop your brain from starving, my standard is too high for somebody’s mind to die of starvation. Oh, there is that arrogance that seems to bounce so cleanly off the page but not clean enough to avoid smearing my thought process. Now that irony has played its part, it shall sit back and enjoy the ride and let something else take control of the wheel.
And now a familiar face returns to centre stage, but now familiar only by name, not by presence. Walls are suddenly shorter, almost beaten to the ground, gone like they never existed. And people who were once on the inside are now suddenly left isolated. Friendships have now taken an unexpected sudden beating. Like they’ve been thrown into a boxing ring and beaten to a pulp, left almost unrecognizable… except the aggressor has done nothing. Oh the irony.
Trying to keep afloat in a sea of anger will always be a challenge and the lack of support will only infuriate you more. Swim through your problems and don’t let the current tear you off course, that’s when things could get problematic. So continue on your path and when the time is right, that (un)familiar face might join you again. But that’s all out of your control, unfortunately. The only game you’ll be playing is the one that requires waiting, and let’s face it, that’s fucking tedious at the best of times. And as you stare at that double edged sword faced with both happiness and irritation, you can only but hope she will see the light, and right her wrongs, but that my friend may prove a challenge when she is blinded by joy.
So as you wait and wonder if things will ever return to how they once were back on sunny spring Saturday afternoons, before the potential rebound came along and pre drinks were all too early along with friendly insults and smudged eyes because of inebriation, you can walk away knowing you gave it your all and that you were a true friend.
But that’s life, you try and catch what it throws at you, and if you can’t you give it your best damn shot to prepare yourself the next time a curve ball might be heading your way.
I should have gone to bed a long time ago, but my fingers had too much to say.
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