I'm starting to feel disconnected. Not from reality, as it does appear that I am in love with my computer, but from family and friends. Rarely do I stay in touch with family, because they are all busy with their own lives and mine is headed off in another direction. And as of late, I feel that I can't turn towards my family for help, that I've outcast myself from my homestead. So slowly I'm started to make myself believe that I'm running away from the ruins to some place safer, but in truth I am taking huge steps to my dream. My dream of settling down with the one I love and starting a promising future for her and I. It is a massive step, a thousand mile step to start anew. but that story is for another blog and another time.
My friends, the new and old, I'm walking away from. Though this is nothing strange for me, as I have moved several times in my short life. Friends come and go, they say, but sometimes there are those who touch much deeper in a heart. I have very few of those who are in my ninth level of love. I can name them, I won't here for anonymous sake, but I know who they are and that is what matters. These are the types of friends I can rely on to be there if I truly need them, but I do not need them all the time. We are the friends that don't have to talk for a few months and when do reconnect, not a day has gone by. We hold no grudge for not talking to each other, as we know we both have very busy lives. But the people I've met along this journey, though friends and will be remembered, will slowly lose their touch on me. I will stay in contact for a little while, then surely we will only see each other's notifications on facebook and not care anymore than that.
It's a sad fact how things will come and go, but those that matter will cling to your heart strings.
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