Even columbus looks better on the back seat of a bike and all my fears get washed away in a stream of blinking lights and the concrete strip below seems less like a noose and more like a tie that binds or at least a tourniquet it's been such a hard season and the bridges we burned might be all we had to keep us from drowning but at least we had this time; and i'd like to think we're better off for it i'll remember this sometimes broken things make the best building supplies and we'll keep on building hearts aren't made of glass, they're made of muscle and blood and something else and they don't so much as break as bend and tear we have what it takes to keep it together; and move on
Any relationship that matters - a friendship, a family, a romance, a band - anything - is a perilous and fragile thing because along with all the amazing experiences and creations that can come from something so intimate and exhausting comes the possibility for things to crumble and shatter or whither and die when that happens, it's easy to forget what was precious amidst all the disaster we should always carry our history with us but never let it bury us