I’m standing in front of an old friend.
We’ve met a long time ago, we were barely children and I got to know him well. So well, to the point where I feel, I can sense him from miles, now.
I’ve made friends with it. I’ve made friends with a feeling, and it has been a while since I did.
Kind of strange this friend of mine… I never knew why, but at some point it started to remind me of highways.
I suppose I always felt things in my stomach, every time I was finding myself out from the city… into the wild… running towards some destination unknown..
Now, this friend I kind of like, was always making me forget about all kinds of destinations.
This feeling was making me pay attention to the road.
…those speeding cars, that rush, how I’m always moving fast. It feels like a keeper of joy and wonder… but it’s just and old friend.
It was making me forget where I’ve been so far and where I’m going. Like a needy state of mind that takes all of my attention to grow itself strong, but it’s just to make me stronger… so I’ve learned.
We’ve been growing up together…it is mutual growing and we’re codependent friends.
Interesting thing this friend I’m having… I’m starting to believe it’s never leaving my side…