Words.

Expanding.

Let me paint you a picture with the medium of a story.

They're an expanding group of friends. They're made up of both boys and girls, of a variety of races and ethnicity. You always have someone who had blood from a different origin of the world. 

They're constantly expanding. They started off with a single girl and she made a friend, who had a friend who knew a bunch of people, including their partners and all these people seemed to vibe really well together. 

They were comfortable in each other's company, everyone shared everything. Some were classified and kept between certain numbers, some secrets everyone knew. 

They weren't carbon copies by appearance or personalities. Originated from different heritages, they also carried traits completely opposite to the person they stood next to. 

You had the ones who could calculate algebra in seconds, they were enchanted with numbers.

You had some who wrote essays in a day, they were expressive through their words.

You those who experimented and yearned curiosity, they were fascinated with the world.

You some who dissected every ruler ever known, who lived in the intriguing past.

You had the ones who would hold a wad of paper and speak, they were performers. 

You had artists who's passion spilled buckets.

You would crane your head to understand those who started a sentence in English and ended in French, to receive an answer in Spanish.

You had business tycoons, with a battle plan for world dominance.

You had them all. 

Mathematicians, artists, novelist, performers, multi-linguistic souls, dancers, designers, scientists, mediaologists, sportsmen, inspiring leaders of the world, the introverted, the extroverted, the ones who laughed and the ones who cried. The fixed and the broken. You even had the ones who just floated, who didn't know what they wanted.

All those beautiful souls, an expanding group of friends. By God, you could find every talent and every passion and emotion in that group. 

So yes, they weren't carbon copies but by lord, they vibe. They vibe together in such perfect harmony that the song would always be a favourite. 

They all needed each other, they supported each other, they were horribly flawed but they were beautiful flaws that made them this diverse, expanding group.

Now. Pull yourself out of this story.

Imagine a group of such intensity. 

Imagine being with them all the time, their presence and their vibes and their support. 

Imagine losing them all.

Imagine being distanced from such a comfort, from such a story.

Breaks your heart, doesn't it.

You don't want to lose them. 

What would you do if everyday you woke up to a new heart or a new soul?

That's what it would be like losing them. 

You would have a replacement and it would still give you life, but it will always remain that a part of you is cracked and faded and just a memory because they're no long there. They're no longer there, the comfort has been yanked out from underneath you and you have nothing left. 

No one left.

It makes it hard to breath. The idea of losing someone or several people who know your every move and your every tick and what makes you laugh and smile and cry and scream and sing and what triggers your ranting passion. 

What would you do if you lost this expanding group of friends?

It's hard to breath.

Answer the question.

It's hard to breath.

Tell me.

It's hard to breath.

You're losing your expanding group of friends. 

Say something, what's going to happen to you?

It's hard to breath, choking on words.

But tell me.

You're losing!

I don't know.

What will happen to me now?