On Friendship

Why I Returned To Write Here — Why I Could’ve Left

For A Wee Notion In The Vastly Shattering Scare; A Writer Writes — And For A Friend, Nothing Could Be More Sure

©Joanie Adams — Joanie Adams; Gift A Tea: https://ko-fi.com/joanieadamms

The why and wherefores — naught else like it to begin or in my case, be a redeemer to my nature and the ample calling of my return to somewhere. And to a place which I care for much; makes a change for my walking out on things I have adorating reservations for — as I do find this whole venture of Medium, rather marvelous, even in all its shortcomings and dissatisfaction; a core wealth remains.

(Which, if I may be the scourge of foreknowledge, be expanded upon in a piece nearing!)

Few plains of elevation allow for such a space as this — in all the dangers of unrepudiated speech, that easily come, or for some others, not so easily arrive in the mind and soul.

Now, I could’ve left and be like the tracing picture of this piece; defecting away into realms of shadow, to puddle on the melodrama — Have I no shame, have I no shame! Nay, besides the function of I to writing is ever beholden to one another, and irresolvable — the crying shame to any of my detractors. We cannot be unseen together, not at this geriatric stage.

The pact is made — they’ll be there at the end of me, and in dear hope, long after my act of perishment! Like the apple’s core that lingers for days in the wastrel bin. [Excuse the dark humor, it is the only aide to stay sane]

Even if the views are meek, and the attention dire — to perdition with it all! I stand and remain here in this instance for my pals — mates — chums — Fam! And if I can swindle the algorithms into their favor, which of course, must be earned on their behalf by their sincerity and quality, I shall do! Philip Writes — Kendalin Jane — Anisa H. — [Cough-cough, subtle remark]

So even if I see a few detracting signs, so be it, I can play the patient game here; I have much up my sleeves and that cannot be foretold!

I rather not curtail the legacy I leave in whinging and woebegone ayes, to sum up why no movement is made thence — nay, nary for me you see. I am fast in my speech, mad with my gestures, and earnest in the traction I seek to gain — time is too fleeting to the capricious upsets of the humane mind for all that.

So this is why I remain — or rather, have this way: This is why I return.

I could’ve left — but I didn’t, and frankly couldn’t; Backpenny is my cursing middle name [It isn’t, it’s a godful name, quite purposefully, if I may interject!]

Simple as that — nothing overtly confounded in my usual exuberance; I remain here as an experiment if naught else — a pillaging board for Good Failures and Brilliant masteries henceforth. After all, I do nudge the intentions of the inventor much! And a blimey O’Reilly a bright excuse for all words containing notions of untraceable time!

So there we are — I am curious ever of your response, do little do I ask you for it; as I hope that it would be upon your swinging engines to do so — as you’re hopelessly reactionary animals foremost, but hush-hush ol’ Doctor.

The time it is now that we should go, and there is so much — almost too much to wither around in a soundless despair.

Time tomorrow - Time today — all to be it, and within we find ourselves again!

A whole new era of sightseeing ventures is thus upon you — my beautiful fellas, you!

Come along when the urge is there with you — I’ll be there; will yer?

Ta-ta now.

Ever yours; The Doctor [Adams]

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