I gave in earlier and phoned an old friend. I guess you can call it that. We talked about an hour, it went well. I thought it would give me some kind of comfort I guess. But it ended and then I felt just the same before the phone call. Even though it went well, I don't know what I expected from it after all this time. For things to pick back up again? Not really I suppose, but it felt weird to end the call also knowing or not knowing who knows when again we would talk. The randomness of it all...the comfort it did give in that hour and how easy it was to talk even though its been quite awhile.
That was my attempt at an escape for a bit. Reality is back. Nothing changed. I'm just even moodier now and the microwave door just got slammed.
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