Friendship; lost to current generation diluted by technology, face buried in free WiFi at coffee shops quieter than libraries. Our social media masks who we are like a plagiarized presentation with limited keynotes. Who really sees souls anymore? When we pile up on cosmetics & synthetics we lose our authenticity. If it falls away, who will be standing next to you in your truth? Aren’t people hungry for full disclosure anymore? Where is the connection outside of filtered Instagram lunch specials?
Pretenders lose themselves to the masses yet, if we are lucky enough we get one person who sees us naked, unmasked and pure. They will love us for our fears, for our hate they will not waiver in telling our truth back at us. Who’s gonna love you when it all falls away?
Life is filled with teachers and students, we are lucky to be both. In our moments of desperation who will really hold their hand out. It’s easy to befriend those on top, but who will have their hand out to pull you back up when you fall.
Few, I give my word on that number. To be fortunate to have five like one hand, I can’t help but wonder if those who have less have more. More sincere, more genuine, more freedom to move to your own music. Make music together, make no sense, make truth.
In the ages of iPhones and Androids, friends are a tallied number hidden in a fake persona of your profile. Bring us together and tearing us apart by misconstrued text and lackluster emoji. I want to kiss your tears, feel your fears and embellish in your dreams with you. I feel good when I hear you laugh, on those late night rides where it’s just me, you and the music we become masters in philosophy, experts on life, confessionals and comedians all under the ancient moon.
The real meaning of ride or die is to uplift and love. You have given me all of the above, unconditional, unyielding and ageless love. You are…
Lilah Marie
