120 Minutes

I started writing this after a planned trip to see my best friend suddenly got cut short. Initially I was definitely sad, but somehow though, I left that conversation still feeling full and grateful for our friendship/sisterhood. I feel that oftentimes we don’t talk enough about the power of friendship love and how it can manifest in so many beautiful ways to make our lives better. My best friend reminds me of home and constantly helps me transition into the individual I want to be, so I decided to write about her. 

120 Minutes  

85th street 

These sidewalks hold so many stories 

Secrets 

Scars 

The irony that we meet here 

After clocks spinned on overdrive 

I enter and the living room is a battlefield of old memories 

New colors and displaced objects

we bury our heads into shoulder grooves 

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry 

clock hands are finally stuck and I wish they wouldn’t move 

My chest clears 

You have always been a home for my scattered thoughts 

A keeper of my secrets 

The clock starts 

If joy had a name it be you

The way your cheekbones touch the sky when your teeth shows 

Or how you never miss a chance to let me know that our bond is indestructible 

Hearts pour 

we carry buckets to collect the damage 

Ditching bandaids for stitches 

And tickle attacks for bad cases of hiccups 

Laughter is effortless 

Half past midnight 

We’re like water & fire 

Lighter fluid & extinguisher 

Half past one 

Our love is beyond me

Quarter to two 

Sometimes bucket holding isn’t enough 

Sometimes you need palms to meet and grab control 

Squeeze so that the pain feels less and hope, hope 

takes over 

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This world is a multitude of things, but this was our some kind of wonderful