consider this self:

those fibers that extend from your fingers to theirs have been forever cut. retract and move away.

of course there comes a day when you can't possibly expect everything to be similar or the same. everything moves from where it was and settles in a new way until movement becomes prime priority once again.

and this is what you live with.

those friendships you once swore on are somehow dwindling and even a relationship with kin becomes somewhat impossible at a certain age, so why is it such a surprise when it happens to you? everyone loves to believe themselves to be the exception but natural law is much more certain, striking down that hope almost as immediately as it occurs so as to plug the inevitable: a cocky little twit who never experiences the wonder of dissappointment.

and now i think to myself: in times like these, it only takes a little effort on the part of one person to realize the bridge is crumbling and save a few particles. i could do so many things to salvage so many of the important relationships in my life: call them, visit them, even go as far as a somewhat impersonal email (which i have despised for much of my life) or inquire their address and write them an actual letter? why does that seem so silly?