An unusual thing called friendship

Wittiness proclaims a limit, a strange boundary, unwritten-unedited and build with bricks of walls, strong enough, yet strangely placid. You could make one silent till they conjure up a silence, loud enough to show a crack in the futile attempt of humor for existence. The dwellings of being a youth are these subtlety we tend to forget.

Jealousy is normal. Best friends are found and lost when in a untimely fashion you learn that hate is mutual for a mutual friend. Its understood and trusted. Its cruel and its crispy. You climb together and fail together, the joy that is found is insane.

It’s a play. You’re a part of it. Sometimes the protagonist. Sometimes the water-boy. Everyone prays once in a while for that part we refer as the ultimate. Justifiably, you lie in that moment, build stories unheard, rumors revised and updated, old memories recapped. The moment to be a hero, or just plain significant for that moment.

Time zooms by at the speed of the laughter and frolic. At one moment you were strangers, now the strangeness left the building and wind of friendship brought a figure called brothers. Stupid brothers, to be more specific.

Four years have gone by without notice.

7^th May, 2007. 5.55 A.M. Rock on…….