Whenitallcomesdowntoit.

My writing used to be 

About this and that

Worthless s**t 

And meaningless crap.

I find it now

In smaller places

A best friend’s laugh

Or smiling faces.

They change, seasons.

You season. 

I season.

I can’t                    move.

All day.

I’m always             restless.

I give all I have.

I feel                    selfish.

Ilaugh.Ising.Ismile.Igiggle.Ilove. Whenitallcomesdowntoit:

You’re my best friends.

Imiss.Icry.Isigh.Iargue.Ilove. Whenitallcomesdowntoit:

When my hand leaves yours

Does it mean the end?

When my hand leaves yours

Will they never meet again?