sometimes in the midst of this beautiful and nostalgic life, we're faced with things that don't always seem so beautiful. we're brought up to be pushed back down and cleaned up to be returned to dirt. moments of fear arise and in that instant, nothing is more important than the feeling of helplessness. we were put in a place where the decisions where already made for us and we couldn't change their minds, we didn't have a voice.
you put your hand on mine and I knew it'd be alright. it's like we were communicating in some sort of telepathic sense and our final choices are minimized. it's easier to face times like these when you're right beside me.
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