Thinking back on the past 9 years of free falling between serial monogamy and lo-fidelity, I have finally reached the end of the pavement. The one i walked with many, a lot more than i ever did with myself and when i turn around, I can't see where I started anymore and all those who walked with me are a single being. This is where i imagined the view was, you know, somewhere the sidewalks become, I don't know, something. But all of us imagine things that upon realisating become little more than a mere curiosity.
I for one am curiously not impressed by my once youthful naivety but somehow this side of the pavement has little left to be disappointed by. People are selfish and that doesn't change just because you are in love, it makes it worse really. Like how people are lousy to their family because they know they can get away with it. I let a lot of people get away with it and here I am. Doesn't pay to be too accommodating but I wouldn't know any other way so I'm just going to stay away. Free falling stops upon settling and if it does not make you happier more often than naught, it is not for me. I don't judge those who stay anyway and nurse their un-fulfillment with the comfort of not being alone because being alone is not my fear anymore.
So for now I'm just sitting here wondering if I'll ever want to leave. Similar people will be able to sit with me where reality need not be force fed because we're forever full and free falling is the clinking of glasses as we drink ourselves to remember what we intentionally forget.
See you there sometime.