a cool breeze brushed our cheeks as we lay on a sea of fresh grass. this, among others, are what we’ve expected on december evenings. it’s the best time to burn our lungs and ponder on our little lives. christmas is just a few days away, interestingly, none of us seem to care. yeah, we have grown old and jaded.

put the toy guns down. threw the books away. ran for fitness. we will never be prepared. it’s an uphill climb. a perpetual rush to excel. a drive to insanity. grab a hand. a hand that’s yours. ride with me. dream with me. cry with me. we dont need that. and this one too. leave your fears behind. we’re the answer to your questions.

you thank a friend in this ungodly hour? yeah, like the phoenix we will rise. i have laid the stars before us. look closer. dream big. catch one when it falls. im by your side. play me a song. your favorite song. the song of life. a life with me. and all of you. thank a friend in ungodly hours. they were here all along.

she lifts a glass to her oily lips and sipped the red wine like it was water. he blurts out a loud burp. it annoys him, the eery sound of a knife slicing on a piece of delicate china. corn and carrots go well with mashed potatoes. “too creamy” he says. he lifts a glass to his oily lips and licked the remaining drops of water. she excuses herself, carelessly drops her napkin on the table, and walked swiftly to the restroom. ”this is too creamy” he insists. she raised her hand to call the waiter, of which the latter promptly responded. he lets out a soft chuckle on her phatic remarks on the fake pink rose on the piano. i can’t make out the exact details of the dinner. probably too drunk to care. damn it. we have grown old and jaded.

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