Death In The Circle Of Friends
Today I mourn the loss of friends.
Don’t get me wrong, they’re still around. You might even come across one of them around the University, around town even!
Still, I grieve the loss of memories.
A tragic exchange of conflicting principles unearth my homicidal tendencies. Until everything that screamed all at once now fall into dead silence. Three teardrops. One for each person whose fond memory no longer exists.
Don’t get me wrong, they’re still around. You might even come across one of them around the University, around town even!
Still, I grieve the loss of memories.
A tragic exchange of conflicting principles unearth my homicidal tendencies. Until everything that screamed all at once now fall into dead silence. Three teardrops. One for each person whose fond memory no longer exists.
One word can describe what I am feeling right now. Sad.
Don’t try to ask me why, nor what happened. I can not answer yet.
A few minutes fly. The tears are now dry.
"Is it because of your friends?" you bravely ask.
Perplexed I can only answer with yet another question, "What friends?"
