The friEND

I don't know. It just hit me one day. "oh, end is in the end of friend... that's kinda funny..."

This is not in any way coming from "oh I had this big fight and now...", this is coming from another, "softer" end that is coming towards me, only because I'm stupid.

I don't let people get close to me, but I've found someone...or rather, someone found me, and he is worth trusting. He's like a father to me, and I would never ever want him the get hurt in any way. I've never met someone like him, not a single person has in them what he has.
And I don't get it.

Next year, I graduate.
That means I don't get to see him like before.

Where I come from, you don't keep friends. You keep people at a distance and as acquaintances. The word "Friend" is forbidden to even think.
And then, suddenly, someone comes into my life, making me question if what we have become are real "friends"? Am I allowed to have one of those? Am I capable? Can I call you friend? Am I allowed?

I might not call him my friend, but he is an extra ordinary person in this world filled with madness. Nothing can change the "Extraordinary" stamp I got labeled on him.

Not even if it's the end of my time around.

But still, I know inside me that my view on the world many times look strange from others point of view. "pff, don't have friends? lol woot?"

Deep inside me, I hope reality is capable of being kind, and the only thing I ever held onto won't let me go.

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See this not as a picture of rage or hate behind it, but as in loving memory of someone, even if they are with you, or even if they are not with you anymore.

//Z