05.31.12

Some people tumble into your world and come out different, and you become changed, and forever you aren’t one anymore, but you’re more— oh, so much more. You’ve been wrecked and turned upside down and you might even have gone so close to love that it could have been hatred; just a push, a dead hope, and you’d be a goner. Only you didn’t, because they were worth it, always, always, always. So many of your tears wear their names, but when you look back you can’t tell the bitter from the sweet. Because without them you wouldn’t be you. In the end, these are the people who make you grow. Their friendship is high pressure water to your soul, it leaves it clean, raw, true.
Maybe I’m crying because these heartbeat-old memories scream the promise of a thousand suns, as time constantly polishes them into something brighter. How did we ever deserve such goodness? The joy of it hurts.

somewhere inside something broke loose
and let the wilderness in

the wind roars like a pounding heart