Crossroads..

Which is better: to go for the unknown, potentially safe, or to stay with the light that has imprinted upon your shadow?  I'm not too sure anymore.

Promises no longer have an appeal to me, that is, promises made by others for me.  Communication tends to fall through the sands of time as people follow the trail of their own agendas.  I cannot put anyone at fault for that, what is destined, is destined.  I can, however, feel what the silence keeps nudging my way.  My doubts have began to materialize.  Hour long phone calls are slowly transforming into random "simplified" texts throughout the day... You know...

"Hey.  How are you?"

"You busy?"

"Call me if you're up"

"K."

What do you do when the person your Mother is thrilled about can hardly find time to communicate with you?

What do I do?