I remember a time when I had a few friends in my arsenal, these were college days of fancy fare and utterly no care, not even in school itself. Oh yes, school was there, but my philosophy was that school would take care of itself, needing no help of little elves or Christmas deer. It was all cheer and kegs of beer. Oh how I fear being known, being found out. No doubt! The shame would embarrass me. My childhood would harass me. What I fear most has come upon me. The world knows my worthless theme brought about by a sinister regime. Oh how I wish, oh how I wonder why the Lord doesn’t verily thunder and smoke with fire to devour again the worthless men of Benjamin. Yes, Benjamin. Fare thee well, Benjamin.
Love healing hearts, Shirah Chante
PS – The podcast below talks more about real friends if you want to take a listen.