Life was always a trivial activity. Something unusual, strange, and easily lamented. But, I was never the one to be subdued by the corruption exposed by society. Likewise, the friends that I chose felt the same way. It was just Dre, Armand, and I. Just the three of us gawking at the simplest tragedies and stepping into murky puddles every now and then. Life would've been so mundane without their happiness, sadness, and other state of minds. Never thought the future would restrain us from being the dream team we considered ourselves. After all, we were just kids only looking forward, with our backs turned to hate and disgrace. Mostly because we had each other.
Never thought everything once so exasperating to us would become such a routine and every misery would continuously repeat itself. Never thought we would turn and let negativity encase us and change us either. But it was life in the making and death as the finale. After all, life was death. One in the same I guess, yet it was a mere contradiction that set us apart. But no matter the situation, there was always a crossroad, which led us to each other again. Like it was something fated, something necessary to our lives. I knew that people always grew apart. I knew all of that. I was aware of it.
Yet, I was surprised that my companions would be there in the audience as I played my role in my stage, in my life. It gave me a glimpse of hope that I never thought I'd ever see. We never seceded, and I realized, at those times, that bonds weaken, but they never break. The strangest, most peculiar events in lifetimes keep people separate, but can never replace the moments in which they existed. And no matter how much I may regret things, I appreciate these events in the end. Conclusively, this world brings such strange people and such strange things into our lives.
Such strange things.
I edited the prologue to make the text less overbearing and easier to read. :]