Philia

I love my friends from afar. I keep them distant with time, and location, and silence. I love them. Sometimes there are invisible walls of misunderstanding and miscommunication and I wonder if those walls were built on the insecurity that they would never come to love the uncensored version of me that is trapped deep inside somewhere. I like to envision that cell to be made of a bed of soft grass that I could lay upon, waiting for it to envelop my entire physical being. A final place of rest, where I could just close my eyes and lay there, bothering no one, misunderstanding no one. But my friends are relentless. They always find a way to pull me out of there. To make me laugh again.

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