3/16/19

There is patience in laughter and looking back on the good memories, as well as times of growing and the force that has separated us.

I have looked for meanings.
I've stumbled across strangers too into the moment to notice that I was even there.
And I take heart into that lesson.
Taking refuge in my own understanding of what friendship really means.

I find evenings alluring and soft words comforting. The thought of great conversation and grand adventures keeps me going.

And I mustn't let my hope of hopes destroy me. Ironicly, like a towering chandelier looking to crush me as I gaze up at it complex design.
Yet I stand there too mesmerized to move.
Perhaps too stubborn to not look away and find a world more beautiful that words simply cannot describe.
Curious, yet I digress.
I guess fate have us all guessing of what patience has in store for us.