All this talk of growing up and posing the roles of a grown up has made me think about the evolution of friendships. This ideal perception can never be distinguished as sharply as how I used to remember it. The obscurities and eroded patience seems to hover above it. I used to recall the "no-strings attached" and perhaps the simplicity of it all. Carefree and integrity reflected very strongly.
I am speaking of the friendship that has embedded strongly in ones heart. The ones that you have with certain breed of people. The vivid senses and strong taste that you can recall in a moment shut of an eye. In essential to personality, you would probably have to be a sentimental person to have heightened that senses. Nevertheless, it was a reassuring pillar of its concept.
In particular, the process of such remembrance would occur in the growing up years, planted through our adventure in seeking our greater self. It has a strong sense of subtleness and an almost sense of frontier, when our ideas and ideals were debated upon. Even behind the diverse background we grew up in, the minds are amazingly alike. Language spoken and perspectives were laid upon in a single frequency, almost like we were psychics. The occasional clashes were swerved off track by the intricacy of our sub-conscious understanding and tolerance. Bad manners would leave no abrasions; it was the tremendous trust that spawns respect and love. It was just wonderful to be in a company that provokes debates and nonsense as part of making merry. It was easy. It was comforting.
I believe every sand that trickles from the hourglass matters. I also believe the hardened or clouded heart would relived its fuzziness when appreciation and the ability to cherish were realized. The construction of our early memories is probably based on time, moments and people we spent during our becoming years. "Can you remember me now like you remembered me then and can I remember you now like I remembered you then?". In perspective, sometimes we need to take a breather from our rat race and needless conflicts to enjoy the eternity of what pure we ought to live upon. Simplicity of love, appreciation and tolerance.
The Garden of my Serene
The garden of colors, fresh and bright
Blessed facades of bliss cometh
For like when I imagined you to walk forth
The fresh fragrant of flowers and herbs
Close my eyes to indulge at its senses
For like when I know you to breath today
The beauty of the night sits among the oblivions
Glows bright in its own place
For like when I see you to smile among the stars
The breeze of the night blows relentless chills
Touches all that sits under earth"s skies
For like when I know we are never far
And if I can discover my precious serene
Let me lie in the garden of colors
Breathe its air of fresh fragrance
Feast my sight to its brightest stars
And feel dear the caresses of its breeze