nostalgic

when reading old conversations
that look like they belong in an old phone book -
so much ... stuff there,
with no one to give a care -

i remember,
i know,
at times i am lost, and think,
how did i ever? why did i ever?
and when i realize that people sail in the same little canoe,
small and big enough for me and you,
we say crazy things.

and if it takes being out of my mind to reach new heights,
Lord strike me mad.

friendships that are so painstakingly made
begin to hurt when they fly away

mezs kliverd puri-ed phor. :)