Pictures in the mail.
Got an envelope from an old friend of mine.
One of the few that I grew up with who is still alive, sober, and not incarcerated.
Told a little about his new life and success.
Sent me pictures of his wife, and himself and his young son.
I find myself thinking of the ten years or so that have passed since I last saw this man, and suddenly I realize that I have no pictures to send back.
I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, never realizing that I wasn't going anywhere.
Isn't that odd?
One of the few that I grew up with who is still alive, sober, and not incarcerated.
Told a little about his new life and success.
Sent me pictures of his wife, and himself and his young son.
I find myself thinking of the ten years or so that have passed since I last saw this man, and suddenly I realize that I have no pictures to send back.
I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, never realizing that I wasn't going anywhere.
Isn't that odd?