don’t you know?
on this beautiful evening i’ve made a spot for myself on this front porch of mine. i’m heavy inside. heavy from the pain. the frustration.
i need to be picked up.
dusted off.
tears dried.
eyes opened.
it’d be great to be a kid again, to feel that warmth and security in your parents arms, knowing everything was just right. i always relate things to my childhood because those are my fondest days. i don’t have much of a history yet, i’m making my history now. i want to look back just as fondly on these days as i do on my childhood and see beauty. the beauty in the cracks, realizing it is those cracks that have molded me into who i will become. the person i am. and in those cracks i want to store up all the good and all of the bad. i want everyone to do this. every single person. then years from now we can sit back in old rocking chairs much like the one i’m sitting in right now and reminisce on it all. we can sip coffee and talk and laugh about what it was like to be young.
and realize the whole time that everything really was just right.
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