Friday for friends

Friday is always a good day to meet friends for lunch. Sort of slaved and toiled for the whole week in exchange for this fresh and relieved mind, to attend literature class and (of course) to talk to friends over lunch. Sometimes I really feel this elation and exuberance when I am able to sit down and talk to my friends. It’s a wonderful experience, especially with friends who understand the immensity in me and can relate to what I feel so intensely for – commitment and will.

Sometimes I guess others are afraid of immensity, which is often misunderstood or misappropriated for insanity, empathy or what else I cannot imagine. The mind is so easily twisted into skepticism, for when imagination fails to create a niche for people who are different, you lose this ability to look outside out of self and to accept the other. This social psychology is all the more confusing and frustrating when you think about it.

But really, I truly love and treasure each and every moment I get to spend with my friends. It is really when you can be truly free and without inhibitions. The propinquity of thoughts, the affinity for beautiful blossoms upon their hearts. It is as aptly as i can descibe, the airy lightness that seeps into my heart, when people really reach out to me, and touch my heart.

SOME TREES
John Ashbery

These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance

To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain.

And glad not to have invented
Some comeliness, we are surrounded:
A silence already filled with noises,
A canvas on which emerges

A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.
Place in a puzzling light, and moving,
Our days put on such reticence
These accents seem their own defense.