It is weird how fluently people blurt out the promising vows of friendship. It is not something of a nut and bolt. You get to go to the darker side. You get to be at peace with it. You get to ease out the secrets. Secrets. They pile up on your bloody fragile shoulders. Never having to ease out, you keep walking and walking. Like nothing’s new. But it eats you out. The burden, ever rising, makes your legs lifeless until you stop walking. And you’re standing there. Ever explaining to people. Making up stories. To amuse them. To amuse yourself. With an ever increasing need of it. Acting stupid. Still alone.