4 Jan 2015
On New Year's Eve all the girls came around. We danced to loud music and played with sparklers. Eventually we got tired and laid on the trampoline with blankets and food around us looking up and the night sky.
It looked like it was bruised, blue and purple mixed with a reddish tint. It was beautiful in a quiet way.
I guess we were bruised too. We talked about what made us sad and cried together.
You know you have good friends when you share tears.
I used to think New Years was about partying and ending the year at a party drunk or something. I'll tell you something though, talking about what made you upset that year will help you let go.
Talking about what made you happy that year will help you remember why you made it through the year.
All I'm saying is you don't need anything fancy, just people who understand you.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
