Peak-a-boo

Okay, I've never done this before but I think I'm going to start doing it every once and a while...

 'a compilation of random thoughts and musings'. And who knows maybe you'll find some inspiration in these simple things too!

 "How I miss those days where we would sit… and just... talk. How I remember when you told me I was your best friend. But now it's like we don't know each other. What happened, where was I, when the whole change occurred? Was I blind? Or just insanely in love..."

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I’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbye
Shook my fist and asked God why
These days when I’m missing you this much
I drive your truck
I roll every window down
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck.

   

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If there's a prize for rotten judgement
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that!

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, girl
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!

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 “We’ve done the research, and we’re not related, and we’ve never dated, and we are never, ever going to! What are the odds of finding someone who can finish your sentences, who will let you cut in line. Who knows not just to lend a hand or and ear when you need them to give you their spine. Someone who is woman enough to be best man at your wedding, who will keep every secret, save every letter, tell you how you really look. Who will remember every single one of your birthdays, without checking facebook. What are the odds of finding someone who knows your poetry off by heart, who won’t freak out if you’re hanging out and accidentally fart. Yeah… and if you have a date and you need to look fresh, I will lend you, my hair products. And if you don’t have a date and you need to look fresh I’ll let you borrow, my cousin. I will always save you a seat. I will always pick you to be my partner, even though you are terrible at handball. When the fire takes all you have my home will be your home. When you are old and can no longer remember my face, I will meet you for the first time again, and again, and again. When they make fun of your accent, I will take you swimming; because we all sound the same underwater. When Ellis Island tries to erase your past I will call you by your real name. When they call your number for the draft, I will enlist to fight beside you and I will march from Saloma to Montgomery and back, as many times as it takes. We will stand together against the hoses and the dogs, because it didn’t start with us, it started with Lennon and McCartney. It started with, Thelma and Louise, Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin, Bert and Ernie, Abbot and Costello, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Peekachoo and Charlazar , Spongebob and Patrick… and they can tell you what a miracle this is, they could tell you how rare this is, but they could tell you how rare friendship always is. The chances are slim, the cards are always stacked against you; the odds are always low. But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you and I choose both. I want to share every single one of your sunshine’s and save some for later; I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rains fall hard. Friend- I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself, I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe easy. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise, I won’t let go.” {Sarah Kay and Phillip Kaye- ‘Origin Story’}

Physical Theater, this music video is actually half decent, the choreography is fantastic, kinda impressed not going to lie. And on top of that the song's been on my mind lately.

And eventually I came to that point...

{Or if you're lucky you have both.}

"You were even beautiful telling me goodbye, maybe my version of the truth is just a lie. What does it matter? What does it matter? A million perfect memories go rushin' through my brain. Every time I smell October you're standing in the rain, when you look over your shoulder, baby you can choose to remember me however you want too, but that's how I'll remember you." 

{David Nail- 'That's How I'll Remember You'}

When I say, "I'm over it," what I mean is, 

"I'm used to it. I'm okay with it. I spent so much time fighting it only to realize there was nothing I could do to change it, so I accepted it and I’m finally happy again.”

 Like a patient with a missing limb if you ask them,

 “how do you function with only one arm,” they would respond,

 “I have just gotten used to it.” 

But if someone came along and tried to give them a prosthetic arm, they would take their time to think about it. They would ask questions and maybe try out several different "new arm's." Eventually they would find a prosthetic that works well, that they love. But there’s still always going to be that knowledge of what a real arm felt like, and even though time will erode away that memory, as they get used to living with the prosthesis, nothing will ever be the same as their real arm. 

Even though they would never ask their original arm to be sewn back on, they know it has remained severed for a reason and it would be incredibly dysfunctional to have re attached, the knowledge of how wonderful a real arm is will always be in the back of their minds. 

"Some nights I wake up knowing he is anxious, he is across the world in another woman’s arms and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other. He drinks from the pitcher on the nightstand checks the digital clock, it is 5:00 am, he tosses in sheets and tries to settle. I wait for him to sleep before tucking myself into elbows and knees reaching for things I have long since given away."

{Sarah Kay- 'Private Parts'}

I only fight with people that are worth my time to fight with;

 to be frank in reality you aren't worth my time. 

But trying to tell the canvas of my heart that the artist who drew that huge line across it,

 isn't worth arguing with is another story.