Sometimes I become too comfortable with friends that it’s like they’re an extension of my arm. Then something happens that rattles me back to the reality that it’s not the case.
In my wanting to quell this newly acquired dependence on them, the pockets of realism are but holes in a fogged up window that show me the truth.Â
The truth is…  just like before, I am still alone. I just know more people.
Togetherness and friendship, when it comes down to it, are illusions of the mind. After the good times, the parties, we go home to our own houses, our nooks of solitude. Friends may come and touch our lives.  Knowing them may change us for good. They may stay or go. But even if they stay, they cannot be with us all the time. The Law of Impenetrability – Physics itself, dictates that we can never truly be together with another person. Our skin itself separates us, after all.
