How is a Person like a Writing Desk?
As the sun bets down on my face, i think, i strive to reach the inner machinations of my fevered mind.
They aren't both wooden, that's for sure.
Though I've been left by some with hearts like an oak tree, steady and unmoving in their stance
No, that's not it.
How is a friend like a writing desk?
They aren't both silent, that's a fact.
Though i've known those who spoke nary a word, like a scrub, and ones with spiky thorns, and no tact.
That's not it.
Then it hit me, like a rock to the face, lying dehydrated on the island beach, alone, adrift, starving.
A friend isn't like a writing desk.
They are an ear
A lifeforce
a rock
a grin
an embrace
a brother
a sister
a person to be with
be next to
to miss
to fight
to love
something i cant
wont
never will
never can
LIVE WITHOUT
And yet, a friend is like a writing desk
Because
A
Friend
Is
Just
Like
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