When you are drinking red wine out of a juice cup
and you are not a mom yet
when you write letters to the people you most care about
because they are out of contact.
These will be the nights that it will be most important to remember
that time is just a passing thing
and sometimes
even though life is short
even though it is even fleeting
you just sort of …
gotta get through it, ya know?
When I close my eyes, I see baili hi and we are climbing the mountain to the waterfall.
But we aren’t. We are in North Carolina
and you are going through hell.
I am not. Going through hell that is.
I’m just
getting through it, ya know?
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Growing up my family was in the business of taking in strays
you qualified if :
a family member no longer spoke to you
someone you loved recently died
friends were hard to come by
you were lacking in the family department
you were bored
Or you liked food and could handle a loud house.
But in these times — a stray friend knocking seems like a mooch at your door step, someone come to steal the peace.
However, I find that when I open my door wide anyway, they rarely seem that way for long.
Rather, they tend to make good company
As it stands, I am a stray now myself.
Maybe we were the strays the whole time.
