Conversations..or lack, thereof.

It's like the urge to step out and smoke one blasted cigarette after you've quit smoking. I'm dying to dial the number. I know it's not good for me.
It's a conversation that is not going to happen.

The second, is a mutual sense of comfort - in distance. We talk - every once in a while. Efforts to clear our heads. But distance, and I think, the subconscious realization of now-disparaging world views...or maybe, we just don't want to clear our heads anymore.
We've made our peace with the cloistered thoughts, and messed-up minds.