It use to concern me. Then it just became annoying.Now I simply don't care. For years I believed in the power of thought and for a while, it seemed like a good concept. But I'm starting to think that the power of thought is only accepted if it's similar to the masses; and if the thought was only ever verbalised for all to appreciate in wonderment.

Is there anything as humbling as catching up with an old friend after what seems like years slipping through our grasps?

We have both changed dramatically. Yet strangely and without design, our unique journeys have traveled similar paths, searched and moved closer to our centres, to our unique self.

It's so stupid, almost unbelievable, that two people who love each other as much as we do would fight tooth and nail over a pair of socks.

We both knew that we are not fighting about something that means so little, but what are we fighting about?