Friendships are like circles
No definitive beginning
No clear end
As long as memory persists
They don’t truly end.
No one can ever tell how they begin
They simply start

In the pure enduring friendships
Neither party can remember how they started
They go from zero to 60 in minutes
By minutes I mean weeks
By minutes I mean days
All of the sudden they are
whirlwinds

As with all things
Glamour fades
Not all that glitters is gold
People start to fade away
The same way that posters break away
from their adhesive

Silly Girl
All this is in your head
The glamour has left
But what glitters can be silver.