interesting week or so in Sometimes I feel dead inside

my best friend from high school showed up earlier this week. i only see the guy a couple times a year. its weird to see how our lives parallel and divert. i was also reminded of things i used to do when i was playing music and writing music with this guy. at the same time there was a sadness at the fact that he kind of felt like i had abandoned him. which i get, i did leave, and i have no intention of going back anytime soon. my brain wanders, it made me want to write songs like i did when i was writing with him, not really the style per say but the volume. i was churning out 3 songs a day, sure some days none of them were any good. but every once in a while i knocked it out of the park. it makes me think about doing that again. maybe i will.