#rambe

"Feeling so Euphoric when it's me and You

Yea I'm just hoping that it's real and that you tell the truth

I remember those days..

When we would braid our hair in crowns, weave flowers between the locks that made up our symbols of royalty. Tie ribbons of gold around them, like the queens of old, declaring that this time, this place, we governed over as if we owned the world.

Oh, how we would plait until our hands ached. First the crowns, then Dutch. Two strand.. Three strand.. Four. Five.

Those times we shared.

Oh how I miss those times.

Now, the braids are never the same.

The locks have fallen into curls, fallen flat and straight. No more ribbons, no more combs. No more flowers.

In those braids, we wove our friendship. In those braids we conducted our symphony, lost to the winds as the passing of time forced us.

To get that back..

But then.