Few poets write of friendship, it is impossible to describe every smile and unspoken encouragement. The moments of sentences said together to tears from laughter until you can't remember what was funny in the first place. Friendship is harder to write about that love. It the stone work that comes before the house, it is the ocean for the beach. And it is the sky for the sunset. Where would you be without the friends that have come and gone, and those who have stayed in your life time?

This maybe the greatest friend conversation of all time.


ArtsyAngel: I cry over a rainy forecast while you're working through a thunderstorm
karebear: yea but rain is rain
karebearcc00: no matter how it comes down, it's still fuckin wet if you dont have an umbrella
karebear: but you can be my umbrella and I'll be yours okay?
karebear: I mean I may flip inside out sometimes
ArtsyAngel: That's ok, I think I have a few holes




-kln-