Yourself?

Thinking about friends again... remembering the symptoms of dying friendships... Limited conversations, circular banter, old jokes and small talk.

Wondering if i were to hold a birthday party of any sort, wondering who would attend, why they'd attend. Would it be because they wished to see me? Or would it be because they wished to see my friends...

Wondered why friendships die, why they wax and wane. Wonder about the reasons why they wane... Seeing them in the school canteen, or about Ghim Moh market, they appear the same to me... the same face, the same laughter, if only a little more tired and a little more restrained. But when you talk to them, or attempt to smile and start a conversation, and you realize that that depth of friendship you've had before would never be found again. Just like a rock skipping across a pond, scratching the surface, leaving ripples but not once touching the pond bed. Spoken and quickly forgotten.

posted by Downhere. @ 10:20 pm