Common Sands

I realize where my weirdness was coming from. It has to do with common ground. Malcolm and I had a sea of common ground between us. But as we grow apart, much of that common ground (built from a shared life) is falling away. Like shifting sands. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just one of those things.

Now that I understand, I feel much better about the whole thing.

Nuff said…