#solthoughts

He lives in a different town you see. An hour away. I was the sucker to always make the drive. I cooked whenever we hung out. Etc.

He never made an effort to even try to make us work. I also made that easy for him. Nevertheless, he's good people and I'm staying his friend. Which means I'll hear from him once a month, maybe. If at all.

So, back to today: I met up with him in a park because I didn't want to go to his place. My cousin explored the small town while I had my little conversation. Oddly enough, that was the first time we really talked and everything seemed to flow just fine. Then I gathered my guts and said, "I don't think you're ready for what I'm looking for." He agreed. I added some more drivel, and he agreed again. Said he was feeling the same way.

He didn't even blink or seem to care.

And the need to draw strikes you in the face like a (insert clever simile)... you know what you do? You fucking draw. Even if you can't even type properly or think much by the time you're done. Ugh. Time to sleep because the art has been made. I'll figure out my resolution later.

But it will probably have something to do with communication or art. It won't be a surprise.