#drifting.

[parallel-isaac]

I wish I could stay focused, for longer than a few minutes.

[ywyein]

— drifting

@aeriyw

she hums happily as she steps through the doors of jojamart, pulling the hood of her coat off her head. she’s not the biggest fan of the big plastic eyesore store that popped up in her town, out of place from the quaint family run businesses and pretty natural scenery, but the weather has been so frigid and even her warmest coat doesn’t seem to block out the winds that blow straight into her body. during times like these, any place with heat seems like a safe sanctuary, even if that place threatens to take over their town.

but none of that matters, and if it crosses her mind then it slips away mere seconds after when she sees aeri standing there, raising her hand in an excited wave and speed walking over. “how is my favorite working girl!” her smile is wide and excitable as usual, pulling a freshly baked and packaged bread out of her bag. “are you hungry? i brought you this just in case. for my favorite cashier, but don’t tell the others!” yein can’t help the way she’s just a little biased toward the other girl — aeri is cute and fun and has been one the only good parts of jojamart, other than their flavored milks and jelly candies.

“when do you get off work?” she leans absentmindedly against the register, hands in her coat pockets to warm them up. “let’s go somewhere!”

[ttrying]

It's strange to think how much we've changed.

How we've gone on different paths.

You were a lot like me, and I a lot like you.

We were each others mirrors....

each others reflections.

Now I can barely tell who you are.

It's like you're the earth, and I'm a rocket.

I need to break out.

I need to get far away.

We're drifting slowly.

No, sorry we've drifted slowly.

Drifted, slow.

Slower.

yes...that's it, we've drifted.

And I don't think we can ever go back.

[shehidinbooks]

Drifting.

I can see you drifting. Closing your eyes and escaping the crushing hugs of protection, I watch you, drifting. I let you drift. You sail away on a ship made of moon beams, the stars your guide. You have no idea where they are leading you. Foolish. To follow stars. Their hearts beat for no one and nothing, nothing can escape the burning thunder of their gaze. They have you, drifter and now they lead you on a merry chase across the heavens. Away from home. Home seems distant now a faded memory, vision, photograph at the back of your mind. The warmth and the safety the word home brings is no longer yours to understand, you are a sailor now, of deep seas and deeper dreams. You cast your face to the moon and bask in its glow, still trusting stars and following their whims at their mercy. You could be forgiven for being foolish, drifter. For having drifted too far from reality and being young enough to think stars are friends. You could be, but you won't, you drifted too far from home and now you are lost, no longer a seeker of dreams, but an empty vessel harbouring them. You can no longer return to forfill them, you can no longer return to feel the suns rays, you can no longer return. Drifter. I am the watcher. I too have drifted, but now I watch. I watch you drift too far, try to sail seas you do not own and live in worlds you have not created. I watch and I mourn for you, poor, sad lonely souls cursed forever to drift until the end of time. Dreams can trap you as easily as reality.

[whosfeelingyoungnow]

I don't really know what I expected you to say when we talked yesterday, but I guess it was more than I should've. You haven't anything to say to me in ages, so it was silly of me to expect that you suddenly would then. Life goes on and people change; I fully understand that. What I don't understand was how us drifting apart didn't warrant more than a couple words about you not intending to cut me out and being sorry that it happened. I'm selfish - that's not the answer I want. I want you to talk to me, to keep me posted on your life, to want to see me like you used to. I want some effort out of you, out of others. I want some semblance of friendship, instead of feeling like I'm just drifting around, but not in, the orbit of everyone I know. However, maybe it's just that time. Maybe this is the point where I finally see everyone, myself included, for their true colors. Maybe now is when I learn to let go.

[idkanymorewithurls]

It sucks thinking about how you're bestfriend is going to forget about you. It really does. Having to think that you're no longer part of their life anymore, and they took a big role in your life. Being replaced, can suck. Most definately losing someone who you cared about so much is no where in your life anymore. Please, please, please.. I ask no one will leave my life. I got the perfect people already, and I don't want to lose 1 single person. At all. Don't forget about me, don't, don't, don't.

[daaangcleo-blog]

Seperate ways..

Drifting apart with someone so close, is possibly one of the most difficult things to accept. You start to think about every moment you once shared, whether it ended off positive or not, wondering if they even care how distant you've become. That urge you get to just pray, things will go back the same. No matter how badly we'd all wish nothing ever happened, change will always find its way.