On the things that move me forward.

If I had found my words again, let me use them to describe the things that have moved me forward. The way that drinks and alcohol reall...

If I had found my words again, let me use them to describe the things that have moved me forward.

The way that drinks and alcohol really do bring people together, and the way I down my wine. Instead of the little sips of savour, I take companionship in burning gulps. The way my friendships are made with little gaps in years, on top and on the bottom. The way that knowing you're growing up is being able to park straight between snow piles taller than you, or your confidence in knowing where you're going. The way certain things have slipped through my fingers into the trash can, and not remembering what they were. The way I've been able to look into people's eyes, and trying so very, very hard not to be afraid. The way people have placed trust in me, and the way I've placed trust in them -in solid marble, cold and heavy but valuable and safe. The way tomorrow seems to be the same and also, so different. As if perception was so much more than how you view things; it's how you feel and experience them, too.

 And it's funny that despite all the ways I have been moved, I still can't tell which direction I'm headed.

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  1. Wonderful :) Miss reading your notebook of everything.

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