To

Friends are bastards that will ignore your 100 times of ' I'm fine' just to hear you say once that you're not. To them your perseverance and resilience matters the least, when we hope you are only as strong as yourself, not to an extent of numbness.

Vicissitudes in life are relentless, they might dim the purity of hope as much as obscuring the absoluteness of reality. Sometimes I find myself more than a stereotyped creation, but not more than a dancer-I will dance my steps, I will peregrinate this journey, I will be born along with my story, and I will die with it's ashes beside a calm fireplace.

I will slumber to an imaginary dream as long as 10 years and wake as if I've lost nothing much than a day, but to the hug I would've been able to give, to the strength I would've been able to influence, to the very beauty of friendship-
you've shared with me humanity.