To my friends
Friends go away.
Some leave by themselves, some you abandon by yourself. It happens once in a while, when they're standing still and you have already moved too far.
Friendship is like a big poker game: you make an impossibly high bet after a lucky spread and you are sure that you'll win.
Because it USED TO BE good before, because you remember . Because there are memories flashing before your eyes.
And then BAM! a fail and you feel disappointed. Or they feel disappointed in you, because they had already bet too much. And then they leave you , throw you out of the car on the motorway, with your bag across your shoulder and, abruptly pushing on the accelerator, they drive away.
And you're left in the middle of a dusty road and then, you ask yourself a question: "Whyy??! Why the fuck me?!"
I've just asked myself that question and I'm not sure I'm ready to answer it.
Some leave by themselves, some you abandon by yourself. It happens once in a while, when they're standing still and you have already moved too far.
Friendship is like a big poker game: you make an impossibly high bet after a lucky spread and you are sure that you'll win.
Because it USED TO BE good before, because you remember . Because there are memories flashing before your eyes.
And then BAM! a fail and you feel disappointed. Or they feel disappointed in you, because they had already bet too much. And then they leave you , throw you out of the car on the motorway, with your bag across your shoulder and, abruptly pushing on the accelerator, they drive away.
And you're left in the middle of a dusty road and then, you ask yourself a question: "Whyy??! Why the fuck me?!"
I've just asked myself that question and I'm not sure I'm ready to answer it.