Metamorphosis

Today marks the end of the faulty idealism, the waiting, and engaging. You hold on to things just because it the only thing familiar, but now it's now the least familiar.

The beautiful thing about life is that with every person we meet comes as a small window of many apartments to the world, and you never know how long your view of that window will be. Many brief, some  you even stayed the night a few times, but few welcome you in a share their place with you. We forget that we have our own apartment to tend to, and take care of.

Our development did not come in the most appealing way, but that's what made it interesting. At the time there's didn't seem much at all than effectuation (adolescence at that). Longevity became our glue. We simply didn't know anyone else longer than we did each other. Always seen eye to eye even when it was down telephone lines. You went there, I ended up here. You were stuck in a dark place, I was stuck in my thoughts. You came came out alive, and I came in support. No doubt it brought us closer, but we faced a game of tag with lending hands of  what seemed to be our only conclusion . The reasons mix.

I collected caterpillars when I was younger but I could never keep them in my house so I kept them by my door. Then my neighbor didn't like that I kept them by the door so he always tried to trash them, but I would get them back every time after a little trash digging (9 years old). I kept them till every one of them would cocoon, then place them in the woods where they'd essentially become butterflies and fly free. And I would be happy with the fact that I helped that process for them n protected them to what the others may not have. I have that 9 year old boy feeling right now....