In my youth I had a friend I gave the nickname Kitkat to, I miss her and yet I can remember nothing about her. I often wonder what happened to the people who made growing up not so scary. I wonder if I think about them, do they think of me? I know life is unpredictable at the worst of times and yet? I still hope for their safety, a text, a sign from the heavens that my old friends are okay. I remember Ducky and Muffin, I remember birb, Kitkat and Gaylord. people I've considered my "circle" even if it was brief. I wonder what happened to those I've hurt as well, I only hope life has been kind to them.










