A Walking Conversation

A Walking Conversation

"And I thought,

this house is nice,

but kind of closed off for parties--

and I heard a voice in my head say,

'That time is done, now.'"

I've felt that way for a while, now.

"I feel like I'm standing outside

of the swirling,

of watching my friendships of four years

dissolve."

For me, it's eight.

"I don't want to spend time

with people my own age

who pretend they have it all figured out.

I'd rather be around

a 22-year-old

who knows he doesn't have his shit together."

Hes the sanest of all.

(He probably is.)

"'YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE SIDES

IN SITUATIONS LIKE THIS.'

I don't want to choose sides."

I didn't want to, either.

"I want off this crazy train."

That's why I left.

Before I became left-over.

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Commentary:

Changes in life are inevitable, but that doesn't make them any easier to deal with. The evolution of friendships (frevolution?) is painful and confusing on all sides.

I like the concept of a metanarrative that happens between what we say and what we think. I am going to keep exploring these conversations in future poems.