In a life dictated by a calendar and a clock, I take a small sense of joy in the moments where I can simply stop.
It's those times when all the world has run its course and all that I could sell was bought, that I am happy to look at my friendships and take stock.
There are people I know on the other side of the world that know my story but only in parts.
In giving them pieces of that story, I am giving pieces of my heart.
If you were to line the pieces up, you can see that it makes me complete.
That way I am never broken or alone when I have to walk the street.
As there are people out there that are more like wallflowers that treasure the quiet hours.
"You gave yourself the chance to smile today. I'm very happy for you and I wish for good things to come your way".
Such short catch-ups where a conversation is honest and not fluffed up with trivial stuff.
Not having moments to play together hurts on both sides.
Having comfort in a shared pain is in a strange way a safety that some friendships provide.
Everyone takes turns disagreeing with your taste in music, or the car you want to drive.
Each taking a turn to laugh, no matter how much everyone wants to cry.
As the conversation ends, you just wonder, "When will we do this again?"
Take the days and ways you tell friends how much you care for them.
Make a point of saying just how much you care, and how much you value them every now and then.
I have issues finding people I can trust.
This is a horrible way to live, and one that I feel I must.
As such, I have learned to open up with a lot of help.
It's because of their kindness that I grew into a better version of myself.
I'm still a basket case with a mind and heart that is all over the place, but if running towards the quiet hours is part of the pursuit of happiness, then I am willing to keep up the chase. [/b][/center]
