Hello again old friend
it's been a while since
tell me are those tears
old friend it seems like
life burned you
like a crisp overlay over
you bright 'n shiney self
Old friend you embraced me
back when
all I can do now
is extent the same
it's been a while
since we had talked
but your words now
full of pain
even if hidden
you're doing, well doing fine
got a new routine, left old you behind
now I never thought you'd forget me
but never thought I'd be the one who
gets to hear these words of sorrow
lips quiver and I speechless
sometimes I still miss you
thinking about the past
I didn't have to live without you
But you walked away
maybe for the best
because we started
and now end
as old friends
“A Palestinian home in the Old City of Jerusalem decorated with Hajj painting - marks indicating Muslim inhabitants have made a pilgrimage. The house is painted with red and green 'spots' two of the colours of the Palestinian flag, the other colours being white and black. The drawing centre left are of the Kaaba (Cube) in Mecca and the Al Aqsa Mosque (Dome of the Rock) in Jerusalem and possibly the Ibrahimi Mosque in Hebron. Jerusalem, April 1982.”
A cool thing about writing is that the better you get at it, the more you're aware of what you want out of it, which means it gets harder, which means you actually feel like you're getting worse.
Patience and responsibility....that's a promise....right?
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An exorcism? In my family-friendly Deltarune? It's more likely than you may think. The backgrounds here were very interesting! Much more complex than how I usually do them (especially that computer).