In a Hole

I was just thinking about my friends. I wonder why we don't ever really talk about anything...I love 'em to death and we always have a great time together but you know..I wish we'd be there for each other, like actually talk about real things that are going on. When I'm with them it's like everything else disappears. It's an escape, which isn't a bad thing neccessarily...I just wish that sometimes we could have real conversations...like about books, politics, society, religion, and maybe even hidden meanings of the movies we watch. haha maybe I'm just wierd...but I don't wanna hide from everything that's real all the time. I don't want to die in a hole. I still love them of course and I don't like them any less because of this. It's just a thought...maybe I should try to initiate something...so we can build each other up instead of just running.