When I breathe, I focus on how my chest moves. How my stomach sinks in and out. But its more interesting to watch other people breathe. You can tell a lot from the way they move, and to the way they look at you. That little shine by the pupil is so small, but yet it still says a lot.
I look out my car window for the last time before I close my eyes, Just to see how the sun reflects on the big Las Angeles building. I was irrevocably in love with the way the sun when down, and how the lights look in the city when the stars appered. And I irrevocably hate how i have to leave. To a city where it never shines. Not like Los Angeles does, Tulsa. In the forbiden state, Oklahoma. I'm saying goodbye to the palm trees. And everyone I loved. I had to say goodbye to my best friend, they never really had a name... It actually wasn't a person, more of a place. The beach, the only place I could feel... Okay and safe. I kinda changed the definition of "Best Friend" into something I found more miraculous and substantial.
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best friend
//noun//
To have meaning in someone's life.
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Its simple, but I like it.
"Nixon, Sweetie." My mother says in a quiet tone while she gently shakes my arm.
