when i grow up, i want to remember that i always wanted to be about a thousand different things; that one lifetime didn't seem nearly enough. when i grow up, i hope it's at the very end when it doesn't matter anymore anyway

Thursday, October 27, 2011

And it's when you've finally let go. When the pain has settled somewhere in your chest positioned so you can no longer feel it; somewhere it no longer gathers at the edges of your heart - tugging a little too tightly. Its then that they come back. On their own agenda. Without your permission. They are searching for reckless abandonment and you're stuck in the middle of it. They will run through you like a tempest in a small town. Whispering comfort from the nape of your neck to your pathetic sympathy. You'll long to be close, just for a minute. And when it's all over. You're be back where you started. Standing in the shadows you just emerged from.

So begin the mending. Find that pocket in your chest where you hid them before. Because as soon as you think you've finally closed it for good....they'll be back for more.

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