Averland

walking through the city, i am occasionally struck with a moment of utter anxiety.  this occurs whenever i spot a stranger that, upon a quick glance, appears to be a face from the past.  in particular, a face i would rather never face.  an old friend or acquaintance that, due to some nefarious incident, is no longer in my life.  i imagine everybody shares similar broken relationships, where a single dishonest experience will cleave an otherwise bound duo. although i would consider myself a rather easy-going and social being, i seem unable to transcend some strained failings from previous connections.  whether it be romantic, economic, or circumstantial, there are factors which affect friendships, leading to fallings-out.  thus, estrangements cause awkward encounters.  my heart catapults to my throat when one of these ghosts suddenly appears before me.  usually, in order to steer clear, my body automatically swivels on my heels, and i quickly pace the opposite direction, heart racing.  it seems childish, indeed a sign of weakness, yet avoidance serves more purpose than certain emotional turmoil.