Promises

She says she cares,
And I believe her.
But, a lot of people say they care.
A lot of people make fake promises
They just can't keep.
They can't even hold them.
They grab promises, and quickly look
down to see that their words are slipping
through the cracks of their futile fingers.
Words are rarely ingested, just egested
and regurgitated sloppily,
leaving unpronounceable carcasses of an old oath.

I need to grow up.
I need to realize that things will rarely go my way.
I am confused.
I am hurt.
I am numb.
But, I am alive.
And, since I am alive, I need to move on.
I'm in a state of evolution.
I am evolving into the person I'm probably not going to be in 20 yrs.
By then, I will have morphed, changed, molded, formed myself into another evolved species of myself.
I'm okay with that.
I just need to grow up.
I need to let things go.
It is a must...
At least for evolution it is.
Staying in one place, one state of mind only delays this process.
I need as many processes as I can get. I only have approximately 82 yrs left...and that's only if I live to 100.

The Snake-Like Branches of Us

I've visited an old friend today.
Not directly, indirectly.
Her words are deep and her thoughts are too.
I wish I could have been a part, maybe even in just one
of the memories she wrote on.
But, time has morphed us into different people.
People who have the potential to be good friends,
but just can't.
This saddens me. Saddens me to my very core.
But, she's not here. And I'm not either.
She's far away, and thinking of her only makes me feel farther away.
So, life goes on.
The efforts I've made are fruitless, trees left bare, alone.
Long, snake-like branches that remind me how dead we've become.