recently i've been having recurrent thoughts.

i cant quite put a finger on it.

its the longest ive ever gone without seeing, speaking or even having any semblance of contact.

it was good. because i thought i was finally rid of a familiarity to which i had become far too accustomed.

and yet somehow, for some reason i cannot fathom, this small part of me actually wonders how you're doing.

funny how old habits die hard. or maybe they just dont really die at all.