Are they really my friends?
We laugh and joke, but will they be there when I need them the most?
drawing scenarios isn’t the same as living them
painting with imagination isn’t the same as painting with blood
Will they be there when I’m far down the abyss, be a ladder for me?
Will they be there when I’m drowning in my tears, be my lifeboat?
Will they be there when I’m in euphoria, remind me of the ground?
We take perfect pictures, chat as if we know each others souls by heart,
but I don’t even know your middle name
neither do you mine
but overthinking really never helped my sorry mind
All I can do know is enjoy the movie friendship waiting for reality to strike
-Sajali Amrishka
