Best Friend

Everyone should have a friend, somewhere you can go uninvited, where your car hogs their driveway, and your kids run together like wild boars. Where you are invited to sit in their bed and listen and speak to hear stories that are woven beneath the threads of the humdrum and the routine, the whirring of the washing machine, and the distant barking of those annoying dogs. Where you are greeted without the fear of falling beyond the meaning in your words. Where you are uplifted by the support of their understanding. Where you interpret their worst fears because they are mirrored in yours. Where the abnormal becomes sane. Whole, when you leave again.