Know there are always more and always better out there. The seemingly infinite see of a collective people. You can’t meet them all. Always another man… man.
I might lengthen it, to outline the importance that I can’t hold down a friendship. Social pressures make me cave. I’ve only been in one very short lived relationship, ending because he moved. Can’t help but think I’d get whatever the hell it is I get when I drop friends, with him if he had stayed.
And I’d be glad to start sharing my poetry on here.