My Best Friend Samina

Dandelion floating in the air, my best friends catch it. 

Daffodils in fields, my best friend catches butterflies and smiles. She might be half dead inside but she radiates positivity which seeps and gets transmitted to her vicinity.

Seagull in the sky. My best friend flies and Soares. She has wings meant to be different than others. One day she will reach the sky.

But the clouds get heavy and droplets of tears land here and there. Hurricane engulfed her. She ignored my text calls. My best friend isn’t a betrayer. She must be in a terrible situation. 

Not every Sunday is a picnic cause’ the sky ain’t always blue. We need to wait until the storm just passed through.

My best friend blames herself for all the storms. Sorry sorry sorry. She would have a Guinness world record for the most number of sorry 

My best friend calls herself unique, well she’s rare as her name says.

She’s beautiful, her soul is.

She doesn’t want anyone to be in a hurricane some she makes everyone smile.

She had lost her childhood and is a kid. She’s immature yet so mature.

She cries in the shower when the mist freezes on the glass. She’s trapped in a cage where there is no escape. She laughs at her strength marks, caldera.

She’s not human maybe she’s made to shine, she’s my star which I follow every night, she’s my milky way, astral. whimsical.

When I am with her I feel I am alive. She’s the dandelion in my life

She’s courageous and brave that’s why she survives the hurricane.

That’s why I am writing about her. That’s why I will publish this.