Some friends carry a significant bundle of brain between their ears. And they know how to use it. It is scary - because after I talk to them for five minutes I am not sure anymore if I am smart enough to cross a street. Sometimes then even breathing seems like an overly complex intellectual task - and if you start focusing on that, you start coughing and then you die. But then again I am flying. All the weight of the the past laden weeks that pulled me to the ground is gone; the bleakness of a long, sleepless winter-night disappears and gives way to a smile - a ray of sun that illuminates the whole world. People like that should know of their recharging-power. Never forget to tell them. Somehow. Even if it makes them blush. Years ago I thought I shouldn't. And the next day he was gone. And so was his whole world. I was wrong.
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