Growing up, Drifting Away, Updates.

Stand a minute

Look behind you

Can you count? 

How many hazy figures do you see?

Some from your teens 

Some from the hallways you stood at

Laughter echoing between breaks 

Some who shared silences with you on the corner of the staircase 

It's crazy how many people you consider the closest 

Are all stories now

or soon to become

Stories of a past life

Of a childhood

Of youth 

Whiling away time on a landline for hours 

Walking mindlessly without a destination in mind 

All chapters from a life once lived 

Oh how we lived. 

How often do you hear from these ghosts now? 

How often do you call them?

We talk on the bad days 

Who talks on the good days anyway?

It's all about the bad days 

Where else would you find a shoulder to cry on, but the ones that have seen your fragile body grow for years

Who ever says "hey I don't have a cold today" 

You only hear about the coughs and the headaches 

Growing up 

Drifting away 

How many do you see standing behind you now? 

How many will you see then?

When our youth is burnt out 

When we look down from our apartment buildings 

Will we see people?

Or will we see stories? 

Are we destined to drift apart and find new ghosts? 

Until, its just us and our four walls.