Flooded

The stony walls that have long held back my flood of emotions are quickly developing cracks that reveal the weakness in my spirit. It's those simple things that are starting to eek away at my hardy core. Inconsistent friendships that wax and wane wear my heart so thin that I'd rather just be alone. Embarking into the evening with ghostly acquaintances hardly seems appealing to me anymore. Their shallow conversations and feigned interest no longer delude me into thinking that they are true. Solitude brings me far more comfort than their wretched deceit.