And I wish to never pull you in by your collar, pull you close to me, and make you believe the awful things that haunt me. I wish to never instill the coldness of my eyes in the warmth of yours. I wish to keep you apart, away, and alright. But here you are crawling around dark caves with me. Feeling with our eyes closed; straining, fumbling, and nervous. And once I'm trembling and softening in the darkness, you reach out, drag me out, and life as I knew it finds clarity again. Finds hope again. Faith again. And I'm whole again.
Monday, October 31, 2011
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