Its like having an imaginary friend that listens with colors and is only seen when pointed at. She process, disects and restores with me with shades of emotions and truth. But sometimes she's my hitta to my left, holding my extra clip. Or my sister who always takes my side. She is that friend that keeps all my secretes because the words of my diary are written on her heart. She is loyal in the time of need and her company never disappoints. She's that friend that's not for everyone but many enjoy. Because she reminds the earth that it is alive and it's beauty should be held. She's speaks of justice, love and compassion and restoration She's funny and mysterious but at the same time she can bring reverence. She has made me cry tears of sadness and joy and none would I take back. She is my friend and my relationship with her I treasure. I think you do to or you wouldn't have listened. But then again you only listened because I pointed to her. I pionted at her because I wanted you to meet my imaginary friend that listens with colors. Who is my friend? Answer backwards--->>> Yrteop