Out of Reach

Joy is overestimated.
There is an unrecognized beauty in the sadness that touch and bound all of us. Sometimes, the happiness brings friends close to you, but what really ties you up together are tears;
Some other times, what does this job is blood.
Death.
Hate.
Despair.
Real friends tend to show up on those moments when even you cannot help yourself.
And I am so thankfull for bleeding out, cause my blood bounded us.
Our tears.
Our suffering.
Our pain.
Loneliness can’t reach us anymore.
Cause now, we are friends.
And I found happiness on that.