How sweet is friendship to the friendless wretch!
‘Tis like a draught that cools a parched tongue:
A faithful friend’s indeed a heavenly gift,
But few can suffer for a neighbour’s wrong;
For friendship fails to feel when self becomes so strong.
I just found myself reading through some old email-threads – conversations with friends – and cannot help but wonder just why some friendships (must) come to an end..
Sometimes I envy the blind for not seeing.
The deaf for not hearing.
The innocent child for not understanding..
..understanding the horrors of life. The pain in living, in leaving..