You are the reason that I can make it. You all are. It is like when we were kids and mom and dad would go on a trip without us, and mom would tell us that there are invisible strands that connect us to each other, no matter how great the distance. This whole time, she was right.
At 0620 in a still dark parking lot with the troopers screaming at us over the deafening roar of I-71's morning commute, you are the reason that I do not shake. The thought of returning to a family which contains more love and support than most people will know in their lifetime keeps my arms unbendable, keeps me aloft like a stone cut-out of determination. They cannot form the syllables of my last name with their usual mockery because all of you stand in the way.
I am one of something that they will never be able to break.
Hang on tightly, let go lightly.
About Me
- porfiry
- The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry.