Friday, November 18, 2005

Seperation

I sat back, letting the bulk of the couch close around me. It was from this vantage point that I could watch the activity around me without intruding on it in an abrupt way.

There are times when you feel like you really aren't part of a picture. That was tonight, in a coffee shop buried away in the downtown alleys and streets crossing and intersecting at different planes. I sat back and watched my friends around me. People who are close to me, and I care about. It was one of those moments when me leaving seems actually real. When suddenly the reality closes in around me, and I think to myself - it can't be real.

Sometimes those kind of moments make me want to distance myself - reasoning in my head that somehow the pain will be less harsh if I slowly back away in small increments. I know, that seems dumb when you write it out on paper, but something inside trys to build a wall - like a shield held in front of my heart.

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