teary
I find myself with front row tickets to Heartbreak, the saddest show in town. I'm watching a family dissolve, up close and personal, and not just any: They are people I love and I find no comfort in philosophy or psychology.
I cry for my friend, and her boys, and my people, the community of friends that are family to me.
I cry easily and unexpectedly these days; I'm cracked, and fragile.
And when I stop sniffling, the joy is sweeter. It really is.
I cry for my friend, and her boys, and my people, the community of friends that are family to me.
I cry easily and unexpectedly these days; I'm cracked, and fragile.
And when I stop sniffling, the joy is sweeter. It really is.
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True though, that the sweets are sweeter when tasted through salty tears. But I would give that up for no more sadness.
I just don't know how to write those words without making our friend's world harder and I'm left sleepless at night because of it.
i guess that's ok, 'cuz the joy really is sweeter.
hugs to you and your friends.