Hey J, or N, whichever you choose!
The act of not doing anything or responding has taken what could of been a friendship and watching each other grow old and make mistakes or guide each other on a more illuminated path. To a constant symbol presence and reminder of something very traumatic that happened to me from my past and since that doesn’t change I can’t seem to move on from there. I’m stuck there as though sitting all alone in the silence with all of my feelings inside but not a soul to tell. I fear, I fear I’ll go to my grave this way. If someone cries when they die can anyone feel it?