The Insular

swore you knew someone but they changed like jekyl to hyde like oil & water deciding it was better to work together toward something less concerned with others--- more to the point, you swore you knew someone who you no longer know & you’re certain of this because you see less & you hear less from them (cannot make their face out anymore/cannot make their voice out anymore)--- seems they climbed the ladder without you seems they saw the tip of the pyramid & clocked out, snuggling right down in their little tent with their little brood to count the days of their life away all insular, and you can’t have a conversation beyond the pathetic polite pleasantries of parasitic politicians anymore--- it makes one wince it makes one tear it makes one tremble it makes one stare (shocked like a deer in headlights roaring towards with no intent of stopping) all wrapped up in how distance from each other embeds itself, separating & destroying slowly.