this morning #2291.

this morning, they broke the news to me. “broke” is rather apt for the effect the news had. didn’t want to chance passing out so i found a dry patch of grass & sat down. stared straight into the ground & tried to avoid making eye contact with the gang of traitors surrounding me. hard truths in the news that, behind my back, they’d formed their own coffee klatsch. i was NOT invited to join this time. no idea why. i’ve always strived to be a pleasant presence. it seems as if they’ve taken my demeanor the wrong way or they simply haven’t taken to it. maybe there’s something i can change? i tried to imagine what i might have done. sat there dazed. deep in thought. when i finally snapped back to life & looked up, they were all gone. they’d literally moved on.