November

Chipped lips

Signify the unwelcomed winter storm

Dry weather,

With remaining brown maple leaves falling off trees

Signify the end of autumn,

The start of winter.

Summer will come again,

No doubt

The world continues to spin around the sun

At a constant speed,

May I emphasize.

However at this constant speed,

It is as if your life shortens

As you age

Even if time,

Probably travelling at the speed of light

Is equal for everyone.

The first day,

Stepping into a whole new environment

With no one to grasp to

Has now submerged into the end

Where everyone wears their graduation gown

Which is too the last memory you'll ever have in high school.

Starting in January,

Ending in December five years later.

Remarkable,

Unpredictable,

Years have past,

Yet,

You still long to begin this journey again.

Because,

You cannot predict the future.

And you wouldnt know

If all the newly made friendship bonds you've once thought is strong,

Will last

Till eternity

Till forever.

Friends,

You make them,

But how often

Do you stay?

Different societies,

Different studies,

Different worlds,

Different topics,

And may I ask,

Would our bonds as friends remain?

Or will they vanish,

Unpredicabally.