Guess I'll post my poems here :coffee: ~~~~~ The Mortality of Friendship We were the ying and yang of society. We were twins so cleverly designed that Phobos and Deimos beg to know our secret. We were the wind and the feather. We were the gossip and the laughter. We were the smile and the grace. We were time's envious eternal youth. We were the blindfold and the Justice. We were the angel and the demon. But mortality ruined our existence. Solidity and acceptance into our impish forms proved to swerve the ocean of our path. Your quest for design and beauty left you to frollic among the godly - a tougher but more promising life lay ahead of you. While I, struck by our separation has chosen to stay - like the pathetic who choose to hibernate through the cold instead of moving to warmth and promise. Sanctum - there will be no one to rival our connection. There will be no one strong enough to bear our burdens and emerge the same way - gleeful. And I'll never forget what you did that night - nor the way I felt only solemn. But like the path you've chosen, you've remained dreamy. How can you not predict our crashing? There will be no connection, and if so it will be meek. There will be no reunion, and if so it will be awkward. There will be no reminiscing, and if so it will be forgotten. And there will be no staying together, and if so it will only be an instant. Soon, I will be replaced. Soon, I will be forgotten. And to our attempts at keeping our ties from severing, soon that shall sever too. And it is my own fault - I curse my own existence. I curse the shyness in my heart and my stance against change. I angrily accept my foolish ways as they tear us apart. We could have stayed together but I cannot help but be realistic - for that world - your world - would've killed me. So to you, all I can think of saying is goodbye. Goodbye my twin. Goodbye my brother. Goodbye my yang, my wind, my smile. Goodbye my youth. Goodbye my blindfold. Goodbye my demon - there will be no other. Goodbye, my dearest friend.