Having a Friend

I stumbled passed the threshold, breathing heavy, footsteps crushing. Defeated by desire: desire for work to be worth it, to live in a world where eveything interrelated is proportional.

I did not think I could make it much farther. I knew too much, so much that I would've told my younger self if I could just write a letter and send it in the mail, relying on commonality to make it reach its destination.

But I was in this moment and the pain wasn't going away, why couldn't it go away, how long does ten minutes last.

But as I tripped over my failures and inordinately large shoes I leaned on a shoulder, a firm stronghold, such that was so consoling in its support that I knew its owner had to have gone through the same thing I was going to.

I though about how nice life would be if opposite people lived in pairs to share the emotional baggage.