Moments I felt alive

Philia

I hear laughter. I see a smile, my favorite smile. Philia.

I hear a soft voice, talking my way out of the shadows. I see the roses blooming on every surface touched by the tip of her fingers.

Philia.

My philia.

I open a greek book and on the delicate pages I read the story of philia.

I close the book and I see my philia right infront of me, pouring every form of goodness into my weakened self.

I feel her around and I keep praying for more of her blooming existence

I pray for my hand to never dull her glow with a harming touch,

Pray to never see my darkness corrupt the purity in her eyes and the softness I feel with every touch

I pray to never lose the drop of luster in the dark blood running in the veins of my heart, the drop of light in my dim life, the philia lightening my insides with her strong hands holding my figure everytime it falls apart.

I feel alive everytime I hear philia..

I feel alive everytime I see her eyes,

I feel alive because philia is holding my hand.

Don't leave my hand, philia.
I beg your heart.

Philia just smiled at my erratic state and it made me gleam on the inside, made me feel alive..