danced under the darkening sky.
the mountains watched.
the rich words melt & fall.
the days behind her smile into her heart & she keeps the memories close.
the laughs. the times of complete happiness.
so many friends.
friends that understand & the quality of the hang time is high. the long winding road that leads to those events is worth it.
heart beats faster when the destination nears.
& walking into the building full of all those friends that are your favourite. talking with them & missing them when you think about it.
good. old. fashioned. friends.
are important.
keep them close.
my brain is lacking of words these days.
maybe that means i'm content?
i feel content. but maybe that's not what it means.
maybe it means i am losing my love for writing my heart. i know it's not that either.
why then?
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