people are strange, when they are strangers...
and sometimes after i know them, too.
it is an interesting thing, i believe, to shed one's life, like a snake its skin.
i notice how strange it is to find one's friends gone as well.
and in the early attempts to make some new, how hard that is.
there is something comforting in history, no matter how tragic the story may be.
it is better to be alone, i know, than to step back down in to that old snake hole.
and sometimes after i know them, too.
it is an interesting thing, i believe, to shed one's life, like a snake its skin.
i notice how strange it is to find one's friends gone as well.
and in the early attempts to make some new, how hard that is.
there is something comforting in history, no matter how tragic the story may be.
it is better to be alone, i know, than to step back down in to that old snake hole.
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I've not made any new ones. I never go near the old snake hole.
I do have a bunch of kids who look up to me though.
I wonder what that will get me in the next life...