sometimes i wonder how we got here.
how we got to this point in our lives.
how you managed to stay around after years of randomized and (sometimes) painful situations.
how i managed to keep myself in tact when most of the time i'm hanging by a thread.
but then i realize that there is something that binds us together in such a way, it is indescribable.
but so are you.
and i.
there are paths of our lives that cross over in such ways that make our maps look like a 4-year-old's scribbling.
there are stars that glue us together in such a way that our limbs are always tangled.
one mangled, crying, painful mess.
one perfect, strong, gleaming masterpiece.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
sometimes i wonder how we got here.
how we got to this point in our lives.
how you managed to stay around after years of randomized and (sometimes) painful situations.
how i managed to keep myself in tact when most of the time i'm hanging by a thread.
but then i realize that there is something that binds us together in such a way, it is indescribable.
but so are you.
and i.
there are paths of our lives that cross over in such ways that make our maps look like a 4-year-old's scribbling.
there are stars that glue us together in such a way that our limbs are always tangled.
one mangled, crying, painful mess.
one perfect, strong, gleaming masterpiece.
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