a "no smoking" sign on your cigarette break.

I believe that things have changed;
that locking your doors is necessary,
that the buddy system works,
that your best friend can lie,
that most relationships end,
that war will kill more good than bad,
that parents can be unfit,
that God has the dryest sense of humor.

But I can't help but also believe that sunrises are a gift;
that if you're pulled over long enough someone will help fix your flat,
that you can forgive with out sacrificing your pride,
that wars will always have an end,
that new generations can change a world,
that a stranger who smiles could merely be kind.



I realized today that I enjoy the feeling of someone crying,
of witnessing a break up or watching glass shatter.
I enjoy watching drinks spill, and hair fall out of place; scars and bruises and nails bitten to the cuticle. I'm enthralled by the look on a child's face the first time they lose at a board game, and when they realize they can trip with out needing to cry.

It's all so painful and imperfect.
It's chipped, old, broken, worn, faded, unimpressive and enough to change someone.
It's the closest to real we're ever given, and I love it.
Every second.