under a bushell

Last night I spent some time with peeps that were long overdue to spend time with. It sucks how we let work, business, “having a bf/gf” get in the way of the friendships that sustain us through those periods when we have nothing in us to pull from. When the barrel is down to nothing. You don’t realize how quickly time passes… has it really been two years?? This is truly unacceptable. So many good memories that the bad ones have long since disappeared. Then there are the friends that it becomes easier to just “deal with it later”. The ones you don’t want to tell to their face the things they need to hear. When you’ve dropped the ball of friendship and you’re arms are tired for holding it up to inbound yet you still can’t do it… Even to save yourself. Fear is a mighty thing. Then there are the special someones… those rare shining lights you happen across in some out of the way time or place. That friend you just connect with. You spark a friendship that is very real, you have much in common and get along so easily, yet there’s third person force makes it impossible to be friends, at least on a 1 to 1 basis. The jealous other that is suspicious of even the most innocent of conversations. And still the connection remains. There is a hope always that the spark that made your friendship will keep glowing long enough to outlast the flame of the moment. I saw all these people and more last night. It was taxing, but so worth the time. I am thankful for my moments and my friends. I think I’ll get out my flint…