Hey you. You remember how we used to spend time together, how we’d laugh at the meanest to the worst jokes ever uttered by man? Remember how, I used to say ‘I will always be here for you through thick and thin and in whatever you can tell me anything’ You did though, in the funniest ways. I knew you more than you know. I know that when you’re mad you do horrid things out of anger but you don’t really mean them. That you hide behind blinds of smiles and curtains of clowns. Remember all those stories we shared, how we were like sibblings that told the most ridiculous lies and how we both found out we did like each other but remained friends because we were better off that way. And we were right, we ruled friendship! But remember, when you broke me? It was easy to pretend nothing happened, huh? Like it was all just some awkward story no one should know. But it did not matter though, because you were my bestfriend, you might not be the best at it and you were a little rough, still it’s different when you’re at ease with someone, when comfort is that simple to find. Now the clowns are crying and your blinds are closed , it’s all out in the open, still nobody knows. Hey you. You’ve disintegrated into somebody that I used to know. Prisoned and blinded, lost and subdued. And we’re all helpless.