Aug 5, 2021
I’m sick of how thin everything is. How difficult it is finding anything solid enough to hold onto. I look at people and have trouble seeing them. As if they are not there, really. Only body and flesh. Everything is fleeting. I hear words, but nothing that matters, not really. We love talking, but nobody says anything real. I listen, but everything floats away. Even people are clouds drifting. I watch people switch friends, discard them, like old clothes to charity. Try on new friendships. See how good it looks on them. I stand on the edge and wonder if there is somewhere I can go. A place where things still matter. Where people know how to hold things still. How to hold each other.
