N.E. Thing
Reflecting on heartbreak has become all but inevitably these past couple hasn't it?
While I've wished I could shift my focus it's finding new ways of sneaking itself in. Since a sister of mine ended her relationship on what she calls a "presidential term" I've watched us all drop like flies at the turn of the season. From distant friends to coworkers, it made its way into my veins, almost as if it was anticipated I sucked the venom from the wound as quickly as possible.
Prepared as I have been, people continue to tell me how maturely I've handled things, it's an unfamiliar feedback. I'm nostalgic for the times in which I would burn chaotically, lash irrationally, tear indiscriminately. But I remind myself that It's not because I lost a piece of myself, simply outgrown it.
Finally faced with a couple days off since, I was met with a text this morning. A dear brother has found himself with a similar fate. Meeting like we always used to, these times were once an emotional bonfire. Spitting and scorching our emotions away until there was nothing left to feel. Today they were simple, organized thoughts shared with constructive care, then moved on to beers and kusoge as though it was our natural state. It is our natural state, how enormous that we can now simply find ourselves there. The only venom spewed was towards a vocal cat in heat interrupting rounds of Mario kart.
A transitional period punctuated by how much we've all grown. We'll really always have each other.
For fucks sake I wish I knew what was in the air though.