Waiting.: Friends. →
monicadhall: Friendship. Some are real and some are fake. Some are consistent through the years and some are only temporary. Some are open and some only show the surface. Everyone wants that perfect relationship with someone they can call a best friend. Some don’t like those words put together, and some might… Or betrayal. <3!
There is no hate as that born out of love betrayed.– V.C. Andrews (Flowers In The Attic)
Op.106: Personal growth →
op106: I lie beneath A pool of rippling platitudes & gemostone-glittering-empty words And sometimes see The distant, shifting surface As it casts mother-of-pearl shadows on my Half-closed eyes. (When did I get so deep?) Occasional brilliant bursts of Laser-light…