How far from the past?
Still too close.
Close enough to touch.
It won't end.
No period here.
No period there.
This isn't a story.
Its real life.
No end in sight.
There was an intermission though.
Of sorts.
I had felt love.
For only a day.
To be taken away.
By the people I hold dear.
Friends are venom.
Friends are necessary.
Friends can be removed but if not soon enough you will die.
Friends are so kind they can help you, see you through.
Two sides of One coin.
Where is the end?
Will I ever find it?