voyeur, peeping tom, online stalking, but yet, acceptable, getting glimpses into others lives, others live that you used to see from the inside, and old friends, friends from the past, or friends from the past and the present, and attempts to reconnect, but half hearted, and drawn apart by time, or distance and location, but still, a glimpse, to see that others do it, have done it, have kept the lines open, the communication continues, and wonder why I've failed, horribly at it, that I can't maintain, the energy, the effort, the will to construct, to establish and fortify paths, into roads and highways and byways, but it never worked, a concept never understood, and proximity trumps a lot.