Friday, July 1, 2011

June 29, 2011

We live in a company. Company of who we work for and the friends and relatives we keep in our communal bonds of friendship and heartbreak. We look high and sometimes too low for our friends. In all honesty, the trust of friends don't have to be sought out at all: They Just Happen. In the lightest of laughters. In the days of hardship and in the moments of bliss. Friends can also be a game of hit and miss. We establish our awareness of new, and before you know it: they're gone. In the blink of an eye, and you don't even know why. They say that friends don't need a reason: They just are. And did you know, that if you take the word friends and rearrange the letters, it spells "If Nerds". There are no issues with the trust of friends. You could say the most obscene or perhaps ridiculous, and hesitation would never be an issue. We look for comfort in them: as warm as a bowl of chicken noodle soup. There are the summer rains. The honey scented flowers. The waves on the beach that happen ever so often. The coffee is poured and dessert is served. There is no rivalry of sorts. Mine is yours and yours is mine. Not till the end of time, but for many years to come. We make fun of ourselves and the way that our laughs ring out loud. We take the time to find the time and talk like no one else. It's not always a cup of tea or a spelling bee, but always a hug for hello and a wave for goodbye. We talk about the dreams that are ours and the mistakes that we've made. We don't hold back on the memories saved. We drink. We pour. We drink some more. We are always on different time zones when we are away. A letter here. A phone call there. We check in from time to time, but always find the time in our hearts to listen to one another. It may be harsh. It may be true. We don't really care. We listen. We hold each other in times of grace and walk in the hush of rain. We don't care about the issues of the world. We look at each other with dignity and homemade cookies. We drop the chocolate chips on the floor. We pick them up and eat some more.

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