(Hint: it did not lead to maths class).
while prancing on my unicorn
one day, I felt so free
I pondered life
and all its ways
and how I never particularly liked horses, (especially after that one time at Ariane’s but anyway), ironically.
friendship is simple. it’s also complex, but let’s ignore that.
it can be what we want it to be.
well, sometimes. there is such a thing as unrealistic expectations but that’s not what this post is about. this post is simple. this post will simply concentrate on the lovely simplicity of simple friendship.
take the friendship cats offer just as one example:
the way toddlers dance to the notes in between the way DNA composes the seams notes of divine harmony and unexplained dreams the reticent wavelengths shudder unseen at unanticipated syncopation
(NB May be some coarse language…and I don’t mean when they quote Australians…)
I have yet to understand how our accents can be so different.
I watched a whole documentary once. On the plane. To New Zealand.
It answered not my questions. It was an hour long exercise in finding different ways to say
we have no idea
why the New Zealand accent is as it is.