you and me
The lost boys are all interchangeable, as every single story is strikingly parallel; they all present themselves as a promise of adventure, become a tourist in my life, guide me somewhere new and exciting, then run away and force me to slowly creep down the unforgivable path of loneliness back ...
I imagined a future with dozens, hundreds, maybe thousands of people all doing the same blessed thing -- taking some time to think about themselves, sharing bits of their soul on paper, and creating a life by reflecting upon it.
The biggest lie I ever swallowed was that I need to be selective with my love, with who I show my soul to, my self to. Protect, save and hoard my heart-treasures, my essence, and devise a complex set of criteria that require satisfying in an exact order before I slowly, and with great ...
There will come a day when you will wake up on Thanksgiving with everything you’re wishing for today. Your heart will be happy, your world will be full, and you’ll breathe in air that has never smelt more like home.
Even if our friendships, however deep and profound we may perceive them to be, however much care, love, and nurturing we may have poured into them along the way, may not be the same as they once were in their glory days, it does not necessarily mean that the times shared in the past were for naught.
It gets better. You’re not alone. I promise that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Sometimes life just hurts. It tramples over your sensitive skin with the weight of every elephant known to man. And then all those elephants start to jump up and down. At the same time.
It is because of our mistakes that we grow and travel away from the pigeonholed demise of what we’ve been told. We acknowledge our sad and painful stories then step aside from defending, clinging and holding onto an endless swirl of reconciliation.