There was once a time in my life when I had friends everywhere. I would spend weekends filled with activities and gatherings. Covered dish night at
one friends house, then to gather at another's for a movie or show; it was like a dream.
Slowly my friends all died. None of them lived past 42 and I was mostly younger. I still have some pictures to prove to myself they were real, and
to be honest most of them I still have conversations in my mind when I think about them. They still make me smile and I often hope that they take
pleasure in being around me today. Now I am a recluse. I cannot communicate with people who want to take, use, and lie all the while pulling me in
like some ugly consumption of Spirit.
I try to engage others, to embrace their ideas and to offer up my own thoughts in an attempt at this connection, but I keep running into the worst of
us now. It is like the last true hearts left the world and I am doing my penance for some awful deed or something.
I typically pour myself out when I meet someone and maybe that is why I fail at it so miserably. I guess it is because in the Past this worked and
the people I met did the same.
Now if I can only figure out how to get rid of the road out front, or move somewhere there are no roads.
See! Cheer up! LOL