Seeking a friend for the end of the world
Sometimes you need a friend.
You think you are all tough
and shit diamonds,
so you don’t need one.
But you do.
You need a friend to just say — It’s okay
Or to point out — It’s SO not okay.
To seek your advice
just to make you feel special.
Or to just listen,
when you have a world of rants
to ramble about.
You need a friend.
For there are days…
Days you would want
to scream from the top of your lungs
and then curl up in fear
that even if you did — will anyone listen?
And then there are days,
when you feel you are surrounded
by so many people
it gets hard for you to breathe.
Yet, you seek that one missing face.
For you need that wink
within the crowd
to tell you that you are doing just fine.
And that in the end — everything will be all right.
Usually such friends are a work of fiction.
Hobbes to a Calvin.
But every now and then,
life throws a fairy tale your way,
and you just get that damn lucky.
And in an even rarer case —
you manage not to fuck up the gift given to you.
Ever so miraculously,
I’ve managed not to fuck up for yet another year.
Happy Birthday, friend.
When you start to get tired of me,
Just give me a ten year heads-up,
to clean up my act.
We’ve never met.
But I’m not big enough a fool,
to not realise how stupidly lucky I am,
to have access
to your wisdom (38 yrs worth :),
your cheerleading skills,
your questionable faith in me,
and may be someday -
access to your pancakes.
you keep being the awesome you,
and my world would spin just fine.