“What do you see when you look back at your life?”
When I look back I see good friends, great memories and a life I’m now so detached from. Looking back I see a life I don’t know how to return to. I no longer go to sit in a sea of faces who don’t see me, to listen to the voices that never heard mine. In my dreams my friends visit me, silent and too far to touch.
“I really don’t know what’s going on with you. Good, bad, or otherwise?”
I’m doing well actually. I have a few good friends. People who love me, and I share my time with. How I’m doing with the rest of my life is up to perspective. Depends on who you are and how you look at it.