So I have to clean everything it all must be out.
All of a sudden in the mist of the rummaging of what should stay and what should go I find this strange connection between the present and some thing that is lost forever.
I found a pile of letters. One was from my old teacher but, now he's dead. It struck me like a message from the grave. I've only known a few people who have died and they have all always struck me a certain way. Its like they are the only people I don't think on often but can always remember clearly. Almost as if we spoke yesterday. Looking at the rest of the letters I wondered who was still alive. I wondered what I would say to them now if they were completely different or if a fragment of who I know is still there. That brings me to a second point of humanity that I can't ever understand and when I think about it I either get confused or sad. How you can know someone for so long share so much with them then slowly stop talking, stop knowing them. Then its almost as if as soon as you turn your back they are someone else. There hair is different, they are taller, their clothes completely different. Everything you once knew is gone but, where are THEY? Are they who they are now or where they who you knew or where they always there its just your perception was hiding their true self? What will happened when you stay with someone for your whole life? Do you change together or does one of you change to the other. Are things supposed to change by time not by decisions? Is that why we fight so much we are not supposed to change but time is supposed to change all? Or is life it's self supposed to change you? Or are you always there its just that situations bring you out?
What makes me sad is that the closeness is gone.
The saddest part is when it abruptly stops and no one says why or how.
Its like a senseless act we all play into; could we stop this if we wanted?
