Life

I will attempt again. To put it down.

While everything dishevels, all the hope especially, old friends pop into far-reaching distance, through text, email, even phone calls. Why now? I was trying to convince myself I am unloved, unworthy of the human bind called friendship, but I am wrong. The litany of negativity, softened by these gentle people.

Is this life? The strand of hope, lost, delivered again, captured fleetingly, and then remembered as nostalgia while the dumps prevail?

This is life.