The following pieces are a reflection of the experience both I and those around me have encountered. This 10 part series brings with it an attachment to a part of life built upon by a significant human emotion.
Disclaimer: The series is based loosely on sketches of random events. In no way is it meant to represent a factual life.
Disclaimer: The series is based loosely on sketches of random events. In no way is it meant to represent a factual life.
Song of Choice - 'Am I Wrong' - Nico & Vinz
2012 - 2014
Coffee?
I can do Starbucks in 10? What's up?
Nothing much. I need some help.
Fine but then drive after haha.
Deal.
Can I get you anything? *Munches cheese croissant*
Light. Effortless. A bit funny how it began.
I'm not a phone person. True... neither are you a text person, in person person or any person. Hmm a challenge. Fun, different... I'm not one to lose.
Can I drive? No. (What else is new).
The beach brings such peace.
What do you think? Dunno, it's always been there you know? Never really appreciated it.
Hmm 1 a.m., what am I going to do with you?
He vents. It's the same story. Day after day. Her, him, them. Piece after piece of advice. Repetition settles in. I'm not an expert. Why? Broken ties. Again and again. It's always the same story isn't it. We fall, they fight; mends the break. Oh we're good again. And then we repeat. Yet, I sit here wondering for the time things will be different? Guess I'm drowning and I don't even realise it. Nothing new to me. Always the emotional drain. The one who cared more than life itself. The one who listened. Gratifying? Hardly.
Fast forward a few months. Rifts widen. The conversation begins to get deeper. Inner life, People are changing. All too fast it seems. What happened? Truth breaks out. Ties that once held deep revealed. Secrets, opinions and the guilt of other's thoughts come forth. Never knew they felt that way about me. Huh, funny how still events can change people's perceptions. Guess I was partly to blame. Yet, I felt nothing. Hmm time to move on.
Summer
Patience wearing thin. Classic fear of transition. I'm leaving again aren't I? Can't handle emotional burden. Must sever ties. Frustration builds for days. Ignition.
Anger, insanity; the words of others intertwining.
Memory after memory. Clearly a disaster.
Period of silence.
Phone flashes. I'm leaving soon, thought we could put aside what had happened. What's done is done. Doesn't mean we can't still be friends.
Decisions. Decisions.
Hey. It's been a while hasn't it? Memories that bring them back...
People always wonder why I'm different :). Guess they've still yet to grasp it. Try and look back. Think about how many truly different things you've done with someone. Unlinked in any way at all. The more you have to draw back on. The greater your capability to consider what has been and why its worth fighting for.
Promises. To not fight, to not argue, to not give up. Difficult truly haha, but not impossible. The arguments come, fights that follow and the distance makes it easy to forget. Yet something remains. The capability to remember. The chance to rebuild. Better times. Different but not entirely unpleasant. Waiting for the time. We've got a lot left to live. Why quicken the pace?
We see things more clearly now though. Secrets are left as they were. The people who we realised weren't worth it are left behind. Time has begun to bring back a new kind of change. Not really sure how this one will work out. I guess it's all in the ties.
Can I drive? No. (What else is new).
The beach brings such peace.
What do you think? Dunno, it's always been there you know? Never really appreciated it.
Hmm 1 a.m., what am I going to do with you?
He vents. It's the same story. Day after day. Her, him, them. Piece after piece of advice. Repetition settles in. I'm not an expert. Why? Broken ties. Again and again. It's always the same story isn't it. We fall, they fight; mends the break. Oh we're good again. And then we repeat. Yet, I sit here wondering for the time things will be different? Guess I'm drowning and I don't even realise it. Nothing new to me. Always the emotional drain. The one who cared more than life itself. The one who listened. Gratifying? Hardly.
Fast forward a few months. Rifts widen. The conversation begins to get deeper. Inner life, People are changing. All too fast it seems. What happened? Truth breaks out. Ties that once held deep revealed. Secrets, opinions and the guilt of other's thoughts come forth. Never knew they felt that way about me. Huh, funny how still events can change people's perceptions. Guess I was partly to blame. Yet, I felt nothing. Hmm time to move on.
Summer
Patience wearing thin. Classic fear of transition. I'm leaving again aren't I? Can't handle emotional burden. Must sever ties. Frustration builds for days. Ignition.
Anger, insanity; the words of others intertwining.
Memory after memory. Clearly a disaster.
Period of silence.
Phone flashes. I'm leaving soon, thought we could put aside what had happened. What's done is done. Doesn't mean we can't still be friends.
Decisions. Decisions.
Hey. It's been a while hasn't it? Memories that bring them back...
People always wonder why I'm different :). Guess they've still yet to grasp it. Try and look back. Think about how many truly different things you've done with someone. Unlinked in any way at all. The more you have to draw back on. The greater your capability to consider what has been and why its worth fighting for.Promises. To not fight, to not argue, to not give up. Difficult truly haha, but not impossible. The arguments come, fights that follow and the distance makes it easy to forget. Yet something remains. The capability to remember. The chance to rebuild. Better times. Different but not entirely unpleasant. Waiting for the time. We've got a lot left to live. Why quicken the pace?
We see things more clearly now though. Secrets are left as they were. The people who we realised weren't worth it are left behind. Time has begun to bring back a new kind of change. Not really sure how this one will work out. I guess it's all in the ties.
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