A Friend from above the sky

I looked up the sky and it were gloomy stripes. As if the world died i'd rather open my notebook and write..

It's not a poem nor a story.

It's simply how someone wrote from the deepest of his heart.

He wanted to be heard, to be felt and to the most sense, to be acknowledged.

His heart wasn't big but there was enough space for sharing.

His hands weren't long but it was long enough to reach someone's shoulder.

His legs weren't like those Basketball player's but he didn't mind to jump to see your problems.

He wasn't here to accompany you all day but he was there to watch over you.

He wasn't to be seen but he'd always seen you.

You might think that he laughed at you but in fact he smiled for your happiness.

He was a friend from above the sky. A genuine friendship that would never come to an end.

: )

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