college

at 1:23 all I hear is the distant ringing in my ears. a ringing that tells me my friends are moving far away from me. a ringing that tells me things I love or have loved are ending. it is a distant ringing, it is. watching two close friends contemplate their lives without each other is troubling. watching them make excuses that make it seem less painful is even worse. "we'll be home for thanksgiving." "we'll be home for christmas." where is the home when one starts fresh? what is a home, and where is my heart.