Friendship.
Such a weird thing right? You choose a stranger, you make some promises like: you will always be my bestfriend, I love you, I will always be here for you...BULLSHIT.
You were lying. Because one day we just became again total strangers, like the begining.
I think everything live, breath, become, developp...and someday it just take his originally function, it's life.
YOU ARE READING
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
PoesíaRemember there's someone who think and feels like you, you're not alone.
