to the flag

It is summer's viscious pattern to detrimine every friendship I think I have. The first week is plentiful, and then everything breaks down until late July/early August, when most things are far beyond salvation points.

But here I am, this afternoon, with a new blade--one that has me ready to cut off the rest of the relations I have in this town forever, given about six months. When I leave my hometown this time, there's a good chance I won't be coming back. This means if this summer continues its cyclical trend (and, to this point, it most assuredly has been so doing), then I really will be completely alone outside my family--

completely ready to forge new threads. Forge because these threads would be metal, would be wire-bound.

There's a turning point coming up very soon.

Where does your allegiance lie?