My Best Friend Sunni.......Love you girl!!!

Do you remember how many people whom you have once called a friend but no longer have any type of relationship with anymore? The number its self is unreachable in my life!! Now, do you remember how many people whom you have always called a close friend--no buts about it? I sure do and always will!! I can count them all on one hand....and hold them closest to my heart and soul. This short writing is a tribute to one who stand out above the rest ....and always will..."I love you Girl.......better skies are ahead in our life's..."---Love Always, Sunni. Our Path Together Her voice is teeming with excitement and breaks from high to low in a girlish attempt to restrain the beams of hope that radiates from her every word. I recall days of low hanging haze,deathly appearances,zombie conversations, and the internal emptiness that was given birth by our innocent and adventurous life's full of sex,drugs, and attention starving souls. Death once seemed like our only escape route from such a tight grip of sin. After long nights and morning of hard partying, I used to lay silently, bundled in covers on the floor and gaze endlessly across the room at my sleeping friend. Restlessly she would twitch and moan and even occasionally scream out as she fought her demons for sleep. The deepest of pain, sorrow, loneliness, and denial had embedded their selves into her fragile soul. Like a virus they slowly broke down all that once gave her strength, beauty, and grace,but most importantly faith. Faith in the future, love, and even in life its self. I knew of her every thought, fears, and tears that longed to fall. For I also was another Living Dead Girl upon this earth. So with every restless twitch and moan, I understood. Those same demons are what had prevented my sleep. I could no longer twist and turn in battle for that which my body so dearly needed.Nor did I have the strength to half-heartedly attempt to be productive in the new day that grew outside of our shaded apartment. My only remaining strength was in my mind and that also was slowly diminishing. Thoughts of our younger and extremely innocent days upon this earth would flood my mind. Days when holding hands with the prize boy of our seventh grade class would seem frightening and some what embarrassing. Those days when sex was suppose to be shared with someone you had dated for years and whom you were in love with--and even then you "should" be married. All of those endless hours of laughter and giggles........... Gazing upon my friend I would ponder for hours of how we had lost and ventured so far from those innocent days that we once shared. I would have done anything during those restless hours to bring back that internal happiness and freedom that we once felt deep within our souls. But we were trapped and I was not sure for how long or if we would even survive. Now, I listen happily to her voice that radiates that internal happiness and freedom that I once wished endlessly for during those restless hours in silence. Slowly but surly we are now escaping the grasp of those death causing demons that once reigned in our life's. A smile that is now the ambassador of my soul stretched from ear to ear as I hear laughter,not tears, as the interrupter of my friends sentences. Yes, laughter, happiness and most importantly faith , are in reign of our life's again. Those once very innocent days can no longer be........it is a path that no soul can travel twice. Only cherish forever .........as we do. My friend and I walk together,as we have for so many years, down a new path...a path with bricks of knowledge, strength, happiness, and yes..........you guessed it ...Faith. Dedicated to my closest friend for life and beyond.....Kristen A.Parker.