|The Morning Thoughts Of Breanna
||[Aug. 24th, 2006|11:46 pm]
|[||Yes Even I am Moody
"Make new friend, but keep the old. One is silver, and the other is gold"
And line from a song I used to sing in Girl Scouts. In one period of morning wakefulness, between sleep and more sleep, I thought about this phrase. Supposedly, it means that your new friends are silver and your old are gold. Which is fine.
As I lay there under my covers thinking, my mind wandered onto a new way of seeing it. Even the new friends you make might just be white gold, giving them a silver appearance. Hell, you might even make a new friend who's platinum and reveals themselves as such as your relationship progresses.
Then my mind wandered to the gold side of things. Old friends. At first I thought there was nothing that could be said, however, I got to really thinking about it. As time passes on, said friends can turn out to be fake gold, or, in other words, fake friends. They can even turn out to be the kind of imitation gold that stains your skin green and leaves a mark of being counterfeit. Those are the worse kind of "friend" (if you can even call them that), the kind that stab you in the back and leave you to die. Leaving you to pick yourself up (hopeful with the help of true friends) and carving scars on your heart.