I know I haven't been on in a while. I know a lot of you are waiting for the update to my last story, but I just needed to put this somewhere.
Where was I Headed? where were we headed? To be beheaded by the life we treaded. We were going nowhere. We had no destination. No recognition for the actions we participated in. No indignation or indentation in that world where we so gladly raced to a high sensation. Destruction for the destroyers. Battling like lawyers. The ones that drag the intimate details of our lives across the floor and exposed us. You knew then. I knew too. the way you know that a frame is slightly askew. Or how one shoe just doesn't fit. Devised a code but some how reprogrammed it. But still. We made it out alive. Living separate lives. The way it always should have been. And from a far. Looking back at then. I'll nod my head and reminisce on the times we were just friends.