Not like this

Hmm.

It's getting harder these days to easily breathe the air and be contented with what you have and what you own. Even when sometimes you get what you want that turns out to be what you really need. Insecurities have been making a comeback as of late. Knowing that it's infectious is not a pleasant thought at all.



I'm worried about you. The both of you. I am a part of things that turned sour. I am the stone in the middle of the fire. You said everything will be ok but this mangled conscious is ever so worried. I do hope everything is at ease.

I wish you well. The both of you.



I'm worried about you. Your presence in my little space is getting to be a permanent fix. One that I am pleased about. You tried your best being the one you thought you'd be but it's getting hurtful. You tried to be wiser than the ones around you but it's being dreadly rigid. You tried to fly when everyone's crawling but you stumbled and lost your wings. You forgot that I am here to pick you up, you forgot that I am here to help you be you, you forgot that I am here for you.

I wish you well.



I'm worried about you. We talked less lately. We haven't cross paths in weeks. Yet that dream I had was a reminder that there's still something to it in our friendship. I always wished that I could do more. That I always could do better. You've given to me so much that makes giving back, a lifelong pursuit. I can be that shoulder to cry on. I can be that friend to count on. I can be the one you know you whole life.

I wish you well.




This bedrock of mine is cracking every passing minute. It is never my intention for it to be noticed. Not like this.