ice skating on rinks we create ourselves.
Take a look at your life. Where you are. Who you are. Think about where you have been, whom you've known. What you've done. These are the introductions to the prelude of yourself.
There are few people in this world that you get to grow with. Perchance you are lucky enough to find a lover or friend that stays with you for the long haul, but more often than not you have momentary connections. Therefore when reconnecting with someone you were once inseparable with you can appreciate the intensity in that bond. You can lap up the connecting energies like some kind of beautiful elixir. Enjoy and indulge in it.
Ive had my share of best friends, never denying that they were both just a product of convenience and a welcomed shift in my life pattern. Today is about one in particular. Her name was Deidre. And we were special. Our bond forged in back connections and awkwardness. But high school is where we were remembered. Whether most people will admit it or not we made an impact. In Deidre I found a kindred spirit. We both rejected authority, and all the standards that our family, friends and society had set for us. We chose instead, the path less traveled. In all our delinquency we always and to this day maintained a sense of innocence. Deidre and I never got in much actual trouble. We were just silly happy kids that loved to live. And although that definition lacks in eloquence, it is the most accurate I can give. Life was our adventure. Living it was our epic quest. The most mundane of actions to you, were just subplots in the story that we created for ourselves. Very rarely were we contested and more often than not we came out on top.
I could not say that our lives lacked in drama. Like all people subject to the circumstances of existence we dealt with our share of trials, tribulations and even situations that stretched us so thin we defined transparency. But we always seemed like instead of suffering with the drama we were just reading another chapter in our lives. There are enough stories and memories to fill books upon books that we would only find funny, but still to this day, she knows that she can call me. If she needs a friend, or someone to rant to. If she needs to chill, or someone to walk with. I am there if she needs me. And even though we might fall victim to the always popular "yeah lets make plans" walk and stop awful greetings, when we come down to it we will always have eachothers back. Because you stand with and by the ones you love. The ones that matter.
I found this journal entry [ oh LJ has it been so long? ] its from the end of 2003. I wrote it about Deidre and I. No one ever asked whom it was I wrote about. But it was her. Because she was the sister I never had. But did then, and do now. I love her. And this is for her on her [almost] birthday. For now. For always.
Memories Live On
There are few people in this world that you get to grow with. Perchance you are lucky enough to find a lover or friend that stays with you for the long haul, but more often than not you have momentary connections. Therefore when reconnecting with someone you were once inseparable with you can appreciate the intensity in that bond. You can lap up the connecting energies like some kind of beautiful elixir. Enjoy and indulge in it.
Ive had my share of best friends, never denying that they were both just a product of convenience and a welcomed shift in my life pattern. Today is about one in particular. Her name was Deidre. And we were special. Our bond forged in back connections and awkwardness. But high school is where we were remembered. Whether most people will admit it or not we made an impact. In Deidre I found a kindred spirit. We both rejected authority, and all the standards that our family, friends and society had set for us. We chose instead, the path less traveled. In all our delinquency we always and to this day maintained a sense of innocence. Deidre and I never got in much actual trouble. We were just silly happy kids that loved to live. And although that definition lacks in eloquence, it is the most accurate I can give. Life was our adventure. Living it was our epic quest. The most mundane of actions to you, were just subplots in the story that we created for ourselves. Very rarely were we contested and more often than not we came out on top.
I could not say that our lives lacked in drama. Like all people subject to the circumstances of existence we dealt with our share of trials, tribulations and even situations that stretched us so thin we defined transparency. But we always seemed like instead of suffering with the drama we were just reading another chapter in our lives. There are enough stories and memories to fill books upon books that we would only find funny, but still to this day, she knows that she can call me. If she needs a friend, or someone to rant to. If she needs to chill, or someone to walk with. I am there if she needs me. And even though we might fall victim to the always popular "yeah lets make plans" walk and stop awful greetings, when we come down to it we will always have eachothers back. Because you stand with and by the ones you love. The ones that matter.
I found this journal entry [ oh LJ has it been so long? ] its from the end of 2003. I wrote it about Deidre and I. No one ever asked whom it was I wrote about. But it was her. Because she was the sister I never had. But did then, and do now. I love her. And this is for her on her [almost] birthday. For now. For always.
Memories Live On