I'm cold and I'm lonely and keep seeing myself be part of an unfortunate event where I'm killed instantly.

When you think of love, you think of butterflies, red roses, puppies, swings and rosy cheeks. Those are the main stereotypes people like to use in their poetry, lyric-try and blog-etry. But what if it's completely different? What if all the cute stuff is a figment of our imagination and what you really feel is an excruciating comatose feeling spreading through your body? Your heart stops beating and there is no telling whether it is going to pump life into your limbs again or not. Everything slows down. You begin seeing your life in a film strip. Myocardium shrinks, and like the center of Earth, you are certain all organs are gravitating towards it. It continues with aching waves of cold and heat, proceeds with stinging your appendages and into the tips of your trembling fingers.

Somewhere in the back of your conscience, there is a sound of a new heartbeat. Time is back...

All in a matter of a second,

When you say you're in love with me.

Friends are not supposed to fight over who is better, wiser.

They are supposed to fight uncertainty, broken hearts and troubles.

Together, united, better and wiser.

Way too often, my departing friend chooses to stand alone so proud, and ignore what's in front of their eyes. I cannot say you will be missed.