Loneliness bubbles slowly to the surface
seeping from weary pores and running across
prostrate feelings of regret and nostalgia
I would salvage some measure of resistance
but the necessary motions seem too taxing
within this cloud of disillusionment.
Change is inevitable.
So disconsolatory and exacting a statement
in times such as these.
But still so unchangably true.
Please tell me what you think
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You need a catalyst.
The reaction is already taking place at a linear rate, albeit hesitantly, but with the catalyst it will advance exponentially.
It's called "chemistry". -
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You aren't subtle. But that doesn't stop you from being right, I'll admit.
But in my defense, I didn't have that particular subject in mind, rather the fact that I was changing jobs and thus social networks. -
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You present an omnirelevant subject.
My opinion is sanctified by observation.
Oh, but it's a good thing to make new friends. New, GOOD friends. Yes?
What's wrong with a blank slate, a tabula rasa? -
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Nothing. Its actually been very refreshing.
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