Through the fog

Certain things withstand time.

Certain things need not be said,
felt by the heart,
understood by the soul.

Certain people are special,
they don't judge,
they don't hide.
They love you, anyway.

Certain friends stay,
much as you doubt.

Certain years apart,
without contact,
without news.

Yet certain friendships last,
through the long years
and through the fog.

Plenty had been in my mind, about friendship especially. This bunch grew closer through the practices held each month, and each meeting threw us back to a time where we were young. 8 Years of friendship and counting! Its unexplainable. The bond, just like returning to playing an instrument after years of leaving it untouched, add a little oil dabbed with traces of care, and a treasured friendship is back in shape. Its as if you knew each other a lifetime ago. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!