thursday midnight 12:54am
Best friends are the family you've got missing. They come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. In different colors and times.
My best friend is smaller than me. She's got the prettiest smile and the warmest voice. It's become one of my favorite things to listen to.
Along the sound of morning birds, the first signs of rain, laughter of the ones I care deeply for, and sighs of comfort.
She isn't sunlight nor sun rays but rather the sol itself. The warmth and light it gives off is the feeling I get from talking to her. The peace and serenity she lays over every muscle in my body.
On the other side of this country is where she resides. Yet I've never felt so close to anyone. I've never had anyone know my deepest insecurities, what scares me the most, what makes me happy, what makes me cry. Why I've wanted to end my life, why I've wanted to live so forcefully.
She's swam through the thickest most toxic waters my soul is forced to hold, all the way into the lightest most purest body. Tickling through my brain and chest. She plucks out splinters and shards of glass. Eliminating viruses and phobias with bare finger nails. And on my scars her lips press upon slowly healing them with the love I've always needed.
The thought of her gets me excited.
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