Noobsaur's Chunks

Silence hung between us like the ocean right after the storm swallowing fleets after fleets of ships into its belly Bellowing in its own abyssal language, felt but not heard. The way you look at me before you ask something that hurts A blunt knife piercing your heart as you speak the words. I know I can reach out to you and feel your warmth, but I know I can't anymore One single touch will swell up my eyes  and mind with needles of regret Seeing me so hurt only breaks you Just like I broke you.  Laying here on this bed, face to face, staring at our own reflection I used to be your conscience, and you mine Why are we doing this to each other? Together, but so far apart. Wipe my tears baby One last time.

It all started when a high school friend posted about our 90s kids song - I mean all high schoolers should know it: Friends Forever (Graduation) by Vitamin C. There's this great opening line that goes "And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives, where we're gonna be when we turn 25." At 18, the mark of 25 years old seemed so far away. I thought I'd be mature, wise and sure of my life by then. As in, probably having a stable job, beautiful boyfriend and gorgeous dog (these which I do), but most importantly, security and confidence in my future outlook. Like, an ability to know what I would do or which direction I'd go for the rest of my mortal life! Now that I'm at the brink of my 25th year on Earth, that is so far from reality it's not even funny.