everything collide.

December 16th, 2010.

I like to believe you’re out there, somewhere, thinking these thoughts and feeling these feelings. I like to close my eyes and pretend I’m holding you, and you’re looking back at me with those heavy eyes like you used to. You hug me tightly and let me hold on those few extra seconds because you know I need this moment to last. 

Like a photograph, it’s a snapshot in time; one I secretly carry with me in the back of my mind. It’s better if it’s a secret…it’s my secret weapon. Reality isn’t what it used to be, anymore. Times are tough and everyone is desperately trying to hold onto every bit of hope, of redemption, of feeling.

In these moments of uncertainty I feel you with me. I know you’re not here, and I’m not there, and no one’s really sure if we’re where we’re supposed to be. But I feel you near. And I’m still holding you to the very last second.

(I hope you can feel me, too.)

Enjoy :)

A little wave was bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He’s enjoying the wind and the fresh air—until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore.

“My God, this is terrible,” the wave says. “Look what’s going to happen to me!”

Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, “Why do you look so sad?”

The first wave says, “You don’t understand! We’re all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn’t this terrible?”

The second wave says, “No, YOU don’t understand. You’re not a wave, you’re part of the ocean.”