Friendship

It’s an amazing process the makings of friends. Most come from hallows of life found in unexpected places in unexpected times, with rarity in friendship, more often than not, is demonstrated in the den of common sharing, common feelings and common values; whereas, greatness of friendship is refined by fire in tragedy and comedy and sorrow and joy; maintaining longevity, friendship is put on trial the way thieves cast lots together consequenced by justices of those who cast lots together, not as trials but rather ceremonies. The devilish breeding of friendship conceived in misrepresentation of soul begets ill on authenticity and honesty as those who love and live, to love and live alone, fall victim of preying vices, trapped by vicious cycles of selfishness. Finding and foundering friendship as art is appreciated, not by artisans, nor aristocrats, but by bourgeois bumbling into benevolence of belief based on mutual musing and master maturity, lifting the veils, peering on inwardness of soul.

What’s friendship, when all’s done, but the giving and taking of wounds?