My friends forgot but I held the memories close and when I hit replay thoughts of the moments roll in with the warmth of what they represented. I reach out to my friends but they turn and stare like what we shared was inconsequential; something trivial. Yet, to me, this memories stay dear and, as at the time of creation, I thought the essence was clear. Although my friends have downgraded the memories I will always hold them dear For in the end, memories don’t live like humans and there’s nothing wrong with that.
I don’t take glory seriously because I know, like seasons, they eventually cease to be and the switch-off could catch one cold like an unprepared winter night; fingers frozen like summer gelato in tourist’s hand.
I take substance wholeheartedly the collection of traits that make me; what I am made of, the things that drive me. I hold dreams closely places I want to be aspirations that should come to life. For everything on the outside revolves at its pace but what is inside is the key to me.
Like plantain in the heat of getting fried sides are flipped to get it done. Similarly, a flipped coin decides the game’s starter and in semblance a switch is flipped for light to stay or be put off. But let’s dwell on the switch a bit; a young man woke up kissed his wife good morning responded to the greetings of his kids made his presence felt online switched on his day to see the promises envisioned in his night sleep. Against the run of play the switch flipped cutting off the life of a healthy man the whole community cried “adieu” his page flipped over …goodnight.
They come rare find sometimes never find other times not recognized but you feel the difference they bring the energy they create the vibe that’s lasting Stringing life time of memories of friendship for life.