the smashing of the vase

I'll hold you when you want to break.

dear best friend(s),

i don't want you to leave me.

i'm enough of a pickle as it is.

love, me

it's kinda a nice feeling not writing pathetic sentences that undermine my self confidence.

I just feel like right now, i am constantly under this weight of knowing that some tremendous number of my friends will be leaving me.

i hate it

finding so much beauty in dirt

you know, i think you changed the way i see myself.

i'm not sure if it was for better or for worse.

Don't go.

i'm gonna miss you like mad.

do you know that moment, when you are watching someone come back to themselves? not the long one, where it's a work in progress, but when you can see it happen right before your eyes? the glimmer returns and their face lights up?

i love that.

it's almost like proof that there is something bigger than us. because we can't turn that light on inside us by ourselves. or when we can read it. where one moment, the sky is about to fall in and then the sun is shining brightly.

they were lost, and then found.