We became strangers

I wore a blonde wig

So you wouldn’t recognise me.

So I was a stranger to you.

Why, I don’t know.

With or without the wig,

I am just a stranger now…

Our friendship

As real as a dream

As distant

As a ship on the horizon.

As sturdy

As paper chain people,

And as lost

As our childhood innocence

When we found happiness

Rolling down grassy hills

Or collecting cicada shells

Forgetting that we will ever grow old.

Zoe

A founder of hsphaven, Zoe hopes to create a space for HSP writers to come together and share their diverse passions and expertise through writing. This has been an important outlet for Zoe over the years; she fondly recalls writing stories as a child at recess and lunchtime and sharing them with her classmates. Some of Zoe’s areas of interest include mental health, healing and self-development. She has a background in psychology/social science. In her spare time Zoe enjoys being in Nature, op shopping, vegan food, music, and art and craft.

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