Fue De La Faux By Lani Dafter 2013 Our conversations move back and forward like the tide deep, shallow, deep, shallow..... constant I was drowning, my friends were my floatation rock bottom became my solid foundation for everything this far, He was my closest soul, he was good to vent to and at times offer me unwelcomed advice. Our friendship worked that way. So what's next for me I asked, everything has changed I think you will move to the city he said, absorbing adult hipster cred at every turn. Being invited to martini rooftop party's, rubbing shoulders with the likes of pauly shore and you'd develop an accent. You can wink the truth to me from a distance and I'd accept it, coz its just how it is in the art world. Little did I know how temporary he would be Another friend lost, Suffocated by ego Eaten up by nothing