ELLEMKTZEN

like everyone reckless and young in the world, like everyone trying to escape something, something unbeknown to the rest, something different, they have friends like these. friends that fill them up, that wrap them round, that keep them in their jean pocket. they've seen eachother's beds, held eachother's hair, shared a joint, had a shot, punched a face, told a lie, kept a secret, just hated the sound of one another's voice, that are constantly intoxicated with alcohol, love, hate and a heaviness inflicted by the world on the young, they are fucked in the head and fucked in the heart. And from the outside it seems so rosy, but from the inside it ain't that warm and cosy. with a closeness so tighly knit, comes underlying pain, and grudges that will stand the test of time, they are the winks that shouldn't have seen the sky, the words that never should have left your mouth and the words that did and hang in the air around us, buzzing in your ears. and as we're standing here, half of us screaming, some of us crying and the rest with clenched fists and bloody bodies. everyone else finally sees the real. that we are all just broken pieces stuck together with some glue. a few drops in our past, has lost a few pieces but a few more could cause this thing we call friends to be no more.