Friends are there to deeply wound
The pride that would otherwise isolate you.
They are there to remind you of your humanity-
The dignity and awkwardness of it.
Friends lend their thinking to your crises
Their shoulders to your burdens
Their laughter to your stupidity
Their stillness to your fear.
They will come to your parent’s funeral
And sit with you in silence.
They will remember your birthday
(Often with the help of Facebook)
Their phone calls feel like home.
Hanging out feels like breathing.
Friends are not commodities
But they are essential.
They are pillars to your personhood
Co-creators of your memories.
Friends are for doing life with-
Hold them tight.
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