I've been having random visions, strange dreams. They continue unabated...but what do they mean? I endeavor to find out.
Society shits me. The norms and conventions that we have created just imbue more disorder into a soup of untraverseable turbulence. I cannot talk about certain subjects to many people, due to what I have done, what I have not done, and what I wish I never did. The awkwardness permeates every droll note that we exchange, both regretting our chance encounter until the conversation abruptly ends. They ponder about the sentences given, if they revealed too much of their psyche than they would likely admit. Their curiosity gives way to their ambivalence and the matter is repressed into the nether reaches of their minds. If only it were that simple. Despite our best wishes, we cannot turn back the clock - the memories of these people still exist - and so do they. Do we want to converse as we once did, like old times? That is a question I can never answer.