A literary attempt to fathom the shallow parts of life.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Some friends are like the moon—-reliable, unmovable so that you can set the seasons of your life by them. Others are like those constellations that come and go, consistently illusive, but there nonetheless. But some, a few, are like shooting stars—-brilliant and real, but fleeting-—a flash of light across the sky of your life. And there’s something about those that you’ll never forget.