27 MAR 2017 AT 5:25

Our talks were a ritual,
agreeing upon things, that
we loved. I remember that
moment when we jostled
with our thoughts, fumbled
through iterations, pounced
on moments, rustled
them with our eyes
striking the
matchstick,
igniting a
flame
that
night
we
met.
Our flickering friendship is still alive.

- CalmKazi