2005-07-03 - 9:00 p.m.
Friendship is a beautiful thing. A thing to be attacked, a thing to be pushed to the limits, a thing to be beaten by the waves of aggression, compassion and apathy. As this collection of us grows into a chronology, as our pasts become one and our resentments deepen, we are pulled together by what we push away from. You forget little parts of you that I have replaced. I am asked by you, to remind you. In turn, you have my heart, and eight or nine items that belong to me. We will tear each other apart like enemies and we will fight desperately with everything against someone else crossing either of us. I will stab you back, but the knife is rubber and my arm is weak. Without you I am missing something crucial to me we built together. As we age and things fall down, we will aswell. But if all goes well, then maybe we can fall into each other.
