I have a friend, where do I begin?
Where do I start, where do I begin? I have a friend that means the world to me, and they are going to be leaving me for some days, to go and have a surgery on their heart, to fix something that should’ve been perfect to begin with. They are travellig into a place where I can’t follow and because of my obligations I can’t be a shoulder for them to lean on during this time…
I have a friend, where do I begin?
I can tell you the truth, I don’t come by friends easily, and when I make a friend, I treasure them, even if it doesn’t seem like it sometimes. Sometimes it must seem like I am wholly callous and totally disrespective of their needs…it’s not that, it’s just that I’m built funny…I can’t set myself to do something, I can’t say I’m going to do something, and then not do it. My responsibilities have always gotten the better of me. How did I come to this?
When did I become an adult?
Funny that you should ask that, sometimes I wonder myself, what happened to the playfulness that I used to have so much of, I think it all began when I realized that it was go back to school or be stuck in one dead end job after another. The child is still within, and sometimes he comes to the surface, usually when he’s talking to you, though you don’t like his voice, and that child is simply waiting for the time to be right, for school to be done, to come back to the surface for good. Fun waits in the wings for the classes to be done, and one day exhaustion will not be a daily helping of gruel on my plate, but an ocassional thing that happens when I am not looking, instead I will be able to smile that sweet smile and do a chair spin…just to freak ‘em out.
I have a friend, where do I begin?
I can’t begin, I can’t, I don’t have the words to let you know how special you are to me, and how much I appreciate you for being there for me on those times when I’ve felt myself bouncing off the walls, or coming down hard in a crash…no, my words fail me. So, you’ll just have to understand, accept when I say that you are indeed my friend, and that I hope you make it through this okay and come back to me, chair-spinning and bringing light, laughter, and levity to my otherwise trudging days.
May God be with you in your hour of need, and though the valley may be dark, may it be short and may you walk it with your head held high, you are after all, who you are, and you can approach a fight no other way. So come back my friend, come back to me with that gleam in your eye and that go to hell grin on your face that said ‘damn right I did it! And I’ll do it again!’, come back soon and continue to save me day by day, from my encroaching adulthood. It’s not all about me, no, it’s just about us, you and I, each of us together, and the ties that bind us, stronger than steel, harder than diamond, and more painful than death when we are parted, my friend, my friends, the people who I would make my family if I could.
I have a friend…where do I begin?
S