Night slinks in and another new day awaits, and I can't help but ponder about when we were kids. We were oblivious to the world around, secluded in the ignorance of immaturity.

A scene of nostalgia of two carefree boys, sitting by the playground, to cool for a swing. We never bothered much about the questions we asked, our curiosity about life, and what is had to give. We shared a passion, to one day indulge in eternal bliss, but come to think of it, perhaps it was only wishful thinking. Now strained by time, this friendship that years helped built, and all I can do is contemplate. Time it seems, has rubbed in awkwardness. My only prayer is for all to be healed, and ignite again the once-was.