days like these make me question what we're in. and to the outside world, how flawed we must seem. filled with little tears and rips, resewn and restrung, put out of place. we cant possibly be perfect...we cant possibly be. then by some faint shimmer, i wonder, if i can harbor these fears, if i can throw my feelings in to the air and scream soundlessly but yet still think of you... maybe its no different for you. maybe we're not different. the wordlessness of us...could they understand? will either of us ever accept?

you said you'd try for me. and today you did. you stayed long enough to sound out my worries and make them your own. you're here. i let myself go there. it wasn't so far after all.