Saturday, May 25, 2013

Jane Erye Workshop

There was no possibility of a friend coming over that night. The distance between the three of us had grown like a river flooded by a hurricane. We each went in our own direction and sat in different places around the centre and let ourselves take different paths; no longer all three thinking the same, doing the same, breathing the same.

We had decided to speak our minds, to say when we didn’t like something or weren't interested or didn’t have enough money.  We all have cats and exersize patterns and passion that keep us apart rather than together.

We had been wondering in unhappiness ever since. Missing that law of threes, those times when three people laugh at the same time, just by a glance, a thought, a smile, when we all know what’s going on; When we know each other that well.

What do I do? I keep going like that’s the way it has to be, like that’s the path that we have to go down. like there’s nothing you can do about it. I have one of them over at a time, for chicken wings, or to watch the great Gatsby or other such movie, but it’s been so long since the three of us sat and talked about life.

 I know it won’t last forever or will it. We stand unsure of what to say to each other, afraid of the positivity, afraid of the negativity. I do know I miss those chats and that time and hope we can find a way back together as our new selves.

Was that our time? Or will something happen that will pull the three of us back together again?

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