most of the times, i do alright

once in a while i get this feeling, of detachment. i always know but sometimes you feel it more than ever. its a kind of weariness. its a kind of longing for rest. for a finale. for somethijg, just that i dont know what. its just an overwhelming tired ness. a re-inforcement of the feeling i dont belong here. i have no one here. or there. or anywhere. no friends, really anymore either. and thats all i had. not literally, but my way. with the passing of childhood and the commencement of 'real life' something evaporates from friendship ... theres a sense of 'i' we develop which is opposed to its heart, its basis. i. ego. sense of self. but thats growing up, isnt it. slowly as we grow we seperate a sense of 'self' from a sense of a combined universe. maybe in early childhood as we are learning to do this or practising, we develop alter egos / other 'i's ... but like branches growing out of the same tree part to bear flower and fruit ... we seperate. but there is the grown up friendhsip too ... or le truc comme ca ... something like that ... the pair in white ... running through the snow. like the rat and the mole. (cant think of the third example - or more imp - quality i wanted to potray ;) and the shops bout 2 clse )