friends.

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?