I made him a little kitty snow fort and I think he likes it as much as I do
When you finally figure out what’s real, and what’s not.
That painful gift of sight.
That the light might not be what you thought, and burns your eyes.
But the clarity changes everything.
The best part about having been a geek in your youth, is being one kick ass, interesting adult, who could care less about being part of the cool club.
Because life is already cool enough.
Trying to explain feels useless and futile sometimes. Because how hard it is it for you, how you feel like you’ve just made it thru an intense life or death battle- words are just not enough.
Not enough to convey the depth and scope. How hard you fought, how much you opened your heart and lay it down. For another’s benefit.
Words can not convey the tears constantly brimming on the surface. Both in euphoria, and exhaustion. And joy too. All at once.
They can not convey how you’re left raw and open. How the scars you already bear just become thicker as new wounds heal.
How you weep for it all
And words can not express how badly you want to be heard. To be cared for about.
To talk, and you listen. Really listen.
And want to understand.
And in the end if the day, you swallow it in.
Because you look around, and all you see is everyone’s desire for everything is awesome.
But awesome is not always what you see. What you think.
It’s way more. And not easy. But worth it.