and i do not say it often but i have such love for my friends. the way they text me with the silly thoughts they have, the way they think too much over little things and worry themselves. the way they play with their little identities, clinging to them, like any human does to keep sane. and i do not say it often, but i adore their kindness and their aspects. they all have such brilliant and differing and unique voice to me.
and i do not say it often, but perhaps this is how i had describe some of people dearest to me:
angel; like the evening or night sky after rain, with still a little bit of thunder and fog. tired sometimes, a little grieving sometimes but in the most beautiful manner. then the rain stops to leave behind a cleaner air, cleaner atmosphere. everything is more visible. the mist still persists a little. and there is occasional thunder. chaotic but harmless. rather theurpatic once you listen. counting to the beats of thunder is a constant once you get used to it. and the rain which comes occasionally and graces the skin is cool. the sky left behind again is clean. @misadontlikeyou
kiddo; like the afternoon in winters where the sun is out and the warmth is just right enough. people come out to bask in it. the stretching of muscles and attempts to get rid of some laziness. butterflies are meandering near flowers. it is a little chilly but warm enough. somewhere you can hear candies being sold. if you dare to break away from the dream of perfect afternoon, you might see cracks of another weather, not warm but hot- perhaps too much clothes or perhaps a bad crowd. sweat of work and heat. but for now, the dream persists. @slumberingari