Wordstorm.

Friendship.
Awkward-familiarity. Comfort levels that we cling to, sometimes afraid to push farther. Rules to follow, bridges to burn, gaps to mend. You grasp for it, not knowing exactly what you're reaching for, but knowing that it's there, and that you want it. So you try, and try, and lose your way, try again. And eventually you get back to where you started. Happy.

It starts with a twitch,
Jerk.
Becoming something much more consistent.

Suddenly I can't control it.
Growing, lengthening,
Always expanding into something bigger,
Better.
More than we thought it would be.

But still, I fit.
Right where I need to be.

Those glossed pages are full of lies, though not intentional ones. I read back to remember what it felt like, who you were.

Maybe what you wrote is a little smeared and hard to read, but it's there. I know it's there and you know it's there. And we both know that we're scared. And we're both a little too comfortable without each other, but not quite happy with that fact.

It's like a chess game.

Who's the most willing to make the next move?

Soundtrack

There were violins playing in the background-always violins.

Love. Romance expressed in music. This song is an endless crescendo, getting louder, more powerful, always up.

Loneliness. There's a solo. Nothing else but you and that single sound. It used to be so peaceful, but now my thoughts echo inside one melody, bouncing back to me when all I want to do is get away from them. And it's scary to feel so hollow.



I want one song to end, and one to never stop.

An Explanation...

Everything starts with a beginning. New life, rebirth. Something to latch on to and carry with you until you have to let go to grab onto something else. That's what this is: it's my something else.

But it's not just about me anymore. It's about you, and him, and everyone all at once.

And maybe things seem a little blurry, a little fuzzy right now...like you're caught in a haze.

Or maybe you think you know exactly what it is that you need. Or maybe you're just lying to yourself.

Three cheers for finally keepin' it real, for not being afraid of exposure, for not hiding behind a wall of cheap words and song lyrics. This time, it will matter.

Hip hip, hooray.