Life, Love, and Disaster

I've outgrown many things in life.  I lament those nostalgic things.  They made me happy, but I know I have outgrown them.  I wrote about this in a different world. 

But I guess you can outgrow people.

I miss friends, but don't know how to start the conversation.
How do you interact when worlds are so different.
Do you remember.  Is that enough.
What do you do when you no longer see the potential.  Instead, you see static.  Stop. Almost but not quite.

Being torn is quite artistic.