New friends are tricky.
New friends are tricky because
we are all still a mix of have-been, have-was, am and will be,
and we don’t even know yet.
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But, Old friends,
Old friends are like the soft patter of rain.
Or the feeling of flying down the side of the road
with only an old-*****-broken street bike
and moonlight
as your guide.
.
Old friends are like beaches and sunrise
where the clouds rush by and the sky is open
and every breeze screams freedom.freedom.freedom.free
like soft squishy couches and headpets .
They are like whispered words in the dark
that thrum not alone.not alone.not alone
in time with your heart.
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Old friends are like the change in your heart
that takes you from no and never
to climbing mountains
and only stopping for water breaks
when you realize that
far and distant
means nothing compared to
always and forever and inseparable.
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Yes, new friends are tricky.
But, old friends were new once.