We’re all just walking each other home.

alternative title: Look A Little Longer

What I never accounted for.

in due time

When anything less than tremendous loss felt like nothing at all.

Some call it carelessness.

Relentless in hope, gentle with understanding.

Worthy of what?

The journey back

There is no guarantee of success just by trying.

I opened my eyes to look at what I was told should never be.

The majority will shatter and the strongest tradition may be change, but there are things that, even still, remain.

We give what we do not own, say forever when we cannot guarantee it, mean the best and do barely enough.

There is no set pace, no heartbeat, no rhythm. Every act is a gasp for air.

How many parties do you throw a year? One? Two? Literally zero?

Let your scars match the mark you made on the world by your courage to discover.

Twenty-three is not one I wish to re-live.

I will never fully know anything I’ve done.

Once is all it takes.

I've spent my life getting dressed for the occasion but when I arrive I wonder if this party is really my style.