We used to be best friends, >>> and I. I didn’t think anything of us being together, until I was about fifteen. I had just started a new year in high school and decided that I was going to “up” my appearance a bit. I got a new hair do, upgraded my clothing, and tried my best to be a bit more “outgoing.” He decided to do the same. He bulked up a bit after playing football at his high school and decided to start shaving more and wearing more form-fitting clothes. Continue reading →
“Objects are closer than they appear to seem”, but in actuality, they are farther. There should be a disclaimer when you walk around, after the many years of foundation that we’ve laid on this ground, these objects seem to be built on nothing more than distant cloudy dreams.
How can you claim to be a friend, yet when there are problems ripping us apart, you have no needle to mend it… No way to defend it, not even the decency to send a loving hand, a back to bend….
While I drive through this desert of distant friends, I look at all those who have made their mark, created landmarks full of great memories and those that have become a sad tragedy.
I drive and look at you through my side view mirror, displaying for once all the flaws and calloused ways you’ve hidden away and while it says that you are closer that the mirror makes it seem, I know that you are farther and just a part of the past friends file in my memory.
The wind flows through my hair, feathers dance across my face, as I look in my rear-view mirror and see you still standing in that distant place.