Friendship.

One of us on the bed, the other on the floor, or, two on the bed, and one plopped in a chair. 

Perhaps, we're even dispersed on opposite sides of the room in a bubble of our own.

Flipping pages, scanning words, in our mind theirs a story being acted out, seeing characters

created by authors but brought to life by us. Spoken words are absent, conversation lost us,

the world has lost us, and we've been astray for 45 minutes, the only one who can find us is our own dream, when we're drifting

into sleep, which comes next.

If someones came in the room they wouldn't notice the intensity of the scene, much less appreciate it.  I mean how can 3 people who whisper during class, sing loudly in the car, and even gossip in the shower can sit in utter lull. It's like letting your head sink under water when you bathe, there's noise, but it's distant and aloof. We're restless, strong in character, and have very little, yet so much in common. 

We don't waste each others company, this is enjoying each other in the greatest form.

I've heard many different ways of becoming a part of someone, but what sweeter way to love someone than taking in and knowing their silence?

Sharing secrets, trying their parents soup, listening to their favorite songs, reading their blogs, knowing their phone password, that contributes to friendship, nonetheless. That's all there is right? Splitting a doughnut, opening the fridge with out asking, knowing they eat Dario every Tuesday after dance. But how many times can you say you know someone by their stillness? Recognizing who they are when they're not up and going,  when they're saying nothing to you, not even looking at you? 

Memorizing someone by the noise they make when they shift positions from side to back, knowing someone by the way they flip a page. Although you're drowned in a book, you know who did what, your peripheral vision saw her run her fingers through her hair. Your absent mind caught her absent minded action. 

That's the key, that's the exact thing. You're alert self has nothing to do with this, because it's attention is else where, remember?

It's that part of you, that human instinct that is somehow still alert, that knows the part of them that is still biting their lip or twirling their ponytail. That's how far reading can take you, further than just being a little brighter as a student. That's why it feeds your character, your personality, it's not necessarily what's in the book, but how you take on the presence in the room even when you're not fully there.

When that presence is people, that's bond, that's friendship.






Dedicated to my two main girls.