"The Many"

Face time, free time, friend time, fine time-
Today was all of those things. Sometimes I fear that our lack of communal discussions and face-to-face chats will diminish chemistry like it's no big deal. I'm afraid that thin strips of Italian leather will untwine and leave me a pile of dried cow. I only fear it when it's not there, when the green dots on facebook disappear, when my phone stops beeping, when there is a break in the group messaging. Not right away of course, I do have a life myself, but when a week goes by and nobody hears from anybody. The red lines we've intentionally drawn across a map we don't have will fade to pink and then simply to a crease in the paper where a stern fist mashed lines together that spread across the country.

It is not so. It doesn't fizzle out, sometimes it just takes a break, whether  it be a breath of fresh air in Washington, a party in New York, a student lounge in Irvine, or at a diner in the wee hours of the night. Sometimes, it doesn't need words or reassurance that it exists. There was that one moment where the laughter went silent as it sucked the air from our lungs, when we were bent over out computer screen and back in the sleek black car crackin' jokes. It was a moment of solidity and awareness that trilled from computer to computer through some magical and unknown way. Sometimes I realize what it is to be cohesive. I find myself tied and tangled by my friend of five year's boy problems. The kind that drone on and on with "I told you so's" and weariness. I watch out for her, but she stumbles still, and then I get on my computer with the three people that I've known for less time and realize that this is cohesiveness. This rids me of that wary feeling. That letter, the one that was sent by the Washington air, said something along the lines of 

"sometimes I think society gets so caught up with finding 'the one' that they neglect to appreciate 'the many'- their friends, their rock, their source of laughter...you guys!"

In the brown ink of the pen strokes, I was wholly reminded of the truth. The truth that through separation,has caused  my mind to become diminished, trying to find "the one" when I already have "the many" despite the distance.

I am thankful for my many.