Jul 30, 2002 10:44
there is that place.
that soft and muddy place where everything is safely covered with moss and vines and dim patches of sunlight only illuminate the positive.that place we run back to when we want an excuse, something to justify the way we are today.
that place for me was the place where i was not only capable, but willing to make mistakes. to fall in between someone's shoulderblades and not care if that was the only view i'd see for the rest of my life.
it's so easy to go back to that place and convince yourself it was the happiest you've ever been. it's so easy to say that those safe people were the best people to surround yourself with, because ghosts don't take up much space and can't be too hurtful as they allow themselves to be criticized and extinguished whenever their creator wishes.