Yes, relationships can start out of a dialogue. Yelling "whats up sexy" out a car window at a passing female is not a dialogue. It’s morning, the party is over, a mess left, and the loneliness kept. I awake to a new light, surrounded by pale blues and whites. The once bright, bursting fire spits and spats into a dead pile of black. Without mentioning the slightest, “goodbye,” I feel the oaks, zodiacs, moon, and owl quickly filling the place’s of the attendees. I become paralyzed in my seat as everyone, one by one, vanishes before me. The hoots of the farm owl become deafening shrills of immediacy. Fears pace side to side of life, the future, and the demands of success. Some leave early, some hookup, and other pass out. One by one the circle of comrades around me shrinks. The moon is at its zenith flooding us with its beams of enlightenment and wisdom. These are summer job coworkers, college buddies other than the annoying girl down the hall, and the typical high school little sibling who is brought by his brother to prevent risky snitching. They show up fashionably (about two hours) late, but when they arrive its as if time had never parted us.Īnd yes, we have the occasional drop-ins, visitors, and joyous annoyances. Next to them are Andrew and Tyron (“Turtle”) who I have known since the elementary years. They’re Gordon and Eric, best buds as long as I can remember. Though we are not close, we are acquaintances that luckily get the invite by default. Last, but damn not least, are a peculiar group of four. I enjoy their presence but at times throughout the evening I felt that they were absent, only to flea early. They keep to themselves for the most part, only due to some rifts buried deep in our pasts. Sitting close to him in distance are Lexi (another) and Taylor. He speaks of his epic tales of freshman year at college as smoke puffs break each spoken syllable. He’s laughing with everyone and is certainly the smile of the gathering. But take caution, she may fall from the toilet, midstream, and torture your pets with love.
She’s a bartender at heart, I swear, and a party animal for sure. She sued to be quite the wild child, but has since, gladly, simmered. Laughing with Gladye over Mark is Samantha. They’re quiet at first, but don’t let them hide what rests beneath their calm exposure. These two are truly forcing everyone to wait for the wedding invitation. Next up, my Pre-K pal Gladye and her genuine boyfriend, Mark.
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