I Remember The Feeling Of Camaraderie Like An Intoxicating Wine And Now I Find Myself Dreading Small

I remember the feeling of camaraderie like an intoxicating wine and now I find myself dreading small moments of casual interacting. Is it because Im no longer masking?

There is the world, reality, and me.

I only wish to not drown in this intrepid battle of gaining perspective.

To grieve what I still have

but need yet to let go of,

is one of the most torturous endeavors

I have ever created for myself.

A young teens questions and a young adults revisions

Unable to let go yet it hurts being too close.