Friendship is the falling red and orange leaves complimenting fall,
The cold winter sustaining the snow.
The heartbeat within me and within you that makes love in symphony...
Where the time stops and the constructed part of it is debunked and unveiled right before our eyes.
Where judgement has no place and we might as well be Romeo and Juliet, in and over our heads amongst the midst of the foggy day.
Friendship has aged,
And all that is left consist of the distant chimes of our laughter and the long chains of memory that bind our souls eternally. -A