Sister's wedding, Dec 2015
Ye olde hymn of friendship
Friendship’s one of those things that’s fuck hard to keep. Cause it requires dedication, maintenance, a give and take. It takes time to sustain, and sometimes, when we’re too lost in our heads, we might not realise that those life-long friends we’ve got might have drifted apart.
My friends were there for me at my lowest (though that might be a lie cause my abandonment issue states that i’m used to being abandoned when shit hits the ceiling). Friends are your chosen family, and most of the time, they’re there for you.
But what can deplete years of friendship stored? The first is likely time, for the hours, to the days to the years that you’ve spent apart. Or maybe you became a different person and, lo and behold, change occurs in parallel lines that never meet.
Or perhaps it is a change not of your choosing, but of the circumstances around you. The year 2015 was the first that i’ve felt racial issues seeping between my friends and i. I am not accustomed to a gaze so aware of my colour, because our friendships were cemented before we knew what colours were.
Were we not friends before the nation and its apparatasus and those who partake in stoking the fire, decided our kind and creed?
