Hmm. Well. It’s that time of year. Graduation season. I’ve been reflecting lately on the fact I graduated nearly 20 years ago. I find it hard to believe some days. And others…well…I feel the wear of years, the loss of friends, the passing of time.
So, here I sit, teary-eyed and stoned thinking of the best friends I’ve lost and continue to lose. I feel tears stream down my cheeks thinking of the friends that would comfort me now if they were here, or I there. I seek solace in vinyl records and chai tea in my solitude at 3 in the morning.
I feel more love than any other time in my life. I talk to my friends and family and know they love and care for me. They support my good choices and stand by my side as I resolve the bad decisions. The people I love are able to reciprocate and I do not fear they will abandon me despite my anxiety.
I’m waiting to live, still waiting to love
Oh, it’ll be over, and I’ll still be asking ‘When?’
- Dodie “When”
Hi.
It’s Me.
I’m your Imaginary Friend.
