DISENCHANTED

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the sea; they are in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this is divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free as well as pure. This is the comfort friends, that though they are said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in best sense, ever present, because immortal.

William Penn, More fruits of solitude.

So you see, bestfriends needn’t pop into each other’s lives every so often to remain bestfriends; because we live in one another.

Reality slapped me in the face hard today. It was as if i was forced to swallow poison that made my gastric juice froth. My stomach acid gave me that hot, sinking sensation often associated with the mounting excitement and a sudden stop in the supply of adrenaline.

Damned fool. You must not wear your emotions as freely as the mask on your face.

"Can we stay this way for awhile?"

I hope so.

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