but sometimes letting the tired go to sleep is the best thing to do.
December 11, 2009 at 7:13 pm , by Haley
“I feel like I’m barely breathing most of the time but when the oxygen finally hits my lungs I’m grateful to still be alive and eating.” – My Detroit Muse
Oh, friends.
Where are you going?
Oh, friends.
Where have you gone?
Sometimes I know you are there and other times you are not there and sometimes I see you, all steel and scaffolding. But listen: for all the support we’ve fostered, we know—we have known—we’ve prepared ourselves—that the floor could give out any day. The floor was built to give way. And, so? We’ll pace, pace, pace those floorboards. We’ll wear out the spots where we want the wear, tear down the walls until it’s drywall-bare.
You are lions, famished but faithful.
You are lions, unruly and unreliable.
So, you are leaving and I love you but I’ll get along fine without you here with me.
Right?
I hope so. (Yes. Yes. Yes.)
So, you are here and I adore you and I’ll get along fine because you’re here with me.
Right?
I hope so. (Yes. Yes. Yes.)
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