motion film

My life was a ongoing movie, the everlasting nights of beutiful drives down wavy paths filled with palmtrees branching out every side street and avenue. The sunrise was a deep orange,painting a beutful everlasting piece ubove.The mist from the beaches surrounding all the coast spreading a thin layer of mist; with alot of fog swalowing the town.I had finally put my mind out and caught a life I had created. Everything around me I had built. The friends I had were so tied down to eachother, we were a pact going through each wave of what the world had to give us. Cop-chases, a lovely bon fire watching the sunset with a boombox an hour away, whitnessing our friend almost getting arrested and charged,the fast drives while blasting music down a lit up street with fat smoke rolling out the window, then to overdos**or relapses, abuse, everything and all. We became the only people not against eachother, every soul had felt like they were turned against us, leaving us in purge like playing ground.Protecting one another became a key part of our relationships, the groupcjats we had incase of emergencys,Life 360 to make sure no one gets jumped or attacked and we all feel safe.The bliss of after a hectic and dismaying day, the ending with all ones I built a life around had become my home. Nothing felt like it, nothing ever could. My life was layed out like the beutiful sunsets painted for us everymorning. The dark spots of our lives were the parts we could easily hide from the public. Sometimes it seeped out & things got to the point it was noticible were crashing down, but no matter what deep down we all knew,no matter what happens next we will always be there foreachther no matter where we land.No matter how far apart we were, tickets were a thing, calls were a thing, we could make it around every obsticle we got.

Months later,obsticles came that had no easy 'fix'. I had gotten sent states away. the loss of contact became a bit dent in our relationships. everyone started falling apart and distancing, all negivitves we had steering around our lives popping in went from every other week, to weekly, to daily. It became such a drain and stressful pit that we distance. But we all know, theres a way out of it. Until we see eachother again. I will never find a love for anyone like them. Nothing can be the same as my rare raw love for them.