Good, but not that kind of good...

Once again I reflect. I've found that who I am and what I am to others are not one in the same. I have become, or always have been but a mere commodity. Competing for ones attention and or affection has become a broken record in the soundtrack of my life. I tend to sacrifice much of myself in the interest of pleasing others and to just merely keep them around. My identity has been lost. Who I am as a person is far less important to those I've known than the things that I may potentially provide. I am a common real life "app" for some of the people in my world. One may have all that they want, but may be missing that one thing that entertains them, which is where I come in. There when you need it. Easily accessible, as well as discarded when need be. I may not be worth much, but I am worth something. I am not going to readily give that away to those who only care about what I may provide. An acquired taste, but worth the wait.

Letter Amongst the Ashes

Dear "Friend," it seems as though we have inevitably come to our expiration date. Time well spent during a period which came and gone terribly fast. Your addiction is no more. Bravo, I knew all too well that brighter days would triumph, allowing you to overcome the devilish gaze of said addiction. So much seemingly left in interpretation can only do more harm than good. With far more questions than answers, you are left feeling as though sinking, in a sand of quick, first impulse is to struggle. The desperate curiosity furthers your restless nature until an uneasy panic sets in. To lay and wait only seems to be but a slow death. Led astray myself, I found that I was unclear of my place in a world which was not revealed to me at all. Hints do not beget clarity. Insincerity is not a means to flattery. By all accounts, it is not flattery at all. It is but a poisonous seed planted in a newly sown field of "friendship." Confusion, and a healthy sorrow is what I carry with me as I continue along my path. It is unfortunate that ties could not remain at this time, but as life ventures on, I will be able to recount my steps hopefully leading me back to a time and place where a friendship may once again be harvested. I wish you well on your ventures in life. I hope you find what it is that you are looking for. Que Sera Sera...