A plethora of substances bind the soul. A mind spinning spectrum whether it be addicting pulses that subjugate or rushes of courage to brave death. Physical and ethereal binds everything to everything. The tensions of the bonds when struck produce the discord we feign deafness at.
Bonds of care, neglected and broken, are replaced with bonds of hate. Bonds of hopelessness, of desperation, of pain. But what of a bond of friendship that has no antithesis? What happens when one is bound by the friendship of another? When it pulls against the bindings of shadows? What ever above and below can craft, by fate or fortune, a greater binding than friendship? It is a binding that may not have the breadth and with of love yet remains just as strong. The binding of love is often complex and is of it self bound by and of time and commitment. But friendship is simple. Friendship is of universal usage. In a world world so bound by hate and all it’s deviant tentacles, your friendship has bound my soul. I hope that someday happiness will bind you and you will abound in joy.
-M