Things I long for. Peaceful light, strangers at the door. Oh come in, come thru the door. You've been here before. Oh you've been here before.

Been finding myself alone a lot more than I'm used to. It's got me thinking how an unexpected breakup can fuck your life up... shock, betrayal, bitterness... Group dynamics are thrown into disarray as relationships are polarised. Suddenly, you wonder if your friends are really your friends. Motives are questioned, loyalties glimmer and fade in the limelight of emotional turmoil. Can you believe what they say? Can you accept the silence of what they do not tell you? Can you tolerate knowing you're not as important to them as they are to you?

For that very reason, should you forgive or forget them? Perhaps it is not your choice. Is it not ironic that a friend you cannot trust is worse than an enemy? At least we never let our enemies get so close, and we are not surprised when they wound us.