...but you never know where your love will go
I don't remember when exactly, but sometime in the past 6 years or so, my email stopped having an upper MB limit. As a consequence i hardly ever delete messages i've read, but like a digital spring cleaning, (very) occasionally (aka whenever I've got essays/chapters to be writing) i go on an hours-long adventure through old notes to make sure they are not worth stuffing into a shoebox in the back of my closet. Mostly they are not and get the DEL that they ought to have way back when i first read them. Sometimes though, one finds gems, mined from the bottom of that there heap of 1's and 0's.
Tonight I found a whole host of old notes people sent me five winters ago to tell me that if I needed somewhere to be leaning, they had sturdy shoulders. Which is good, because I did need somewhere.
Finding your knees under you again seems perfectly natural post-facto, as if it was only a matter of time. But I don't think that's a necessary conclusion, and I suspect that the above has more to do with it than we mostly tend to think or admit (b/c admitting it means actually thinking seriously about just how vulnerable to the indifferent push and pull of the universe we really are) . Pulling that dusty shoebox out reminded me of that, but also just how lucky I am to know and have known all ya'll.
And even still, I still miss my friend a great deal sometimes.
Tonight I found a whole host of old notes people sent me five winters ago to tell me that if I needed somewhere to be leaning, they had sturdy shoulders. Which is good, because I did need somewhere.
Finding your knees under you again seems perfectly natural post-facto, as if it was only a matter of time. But I don't think that's a necessary conclusion, and I suspect that the above has more to do with it than we mostly tend to think or admit (b/c admitting it means actually thinking seriously about just how vulnerable to the indifferent push and pull of the universe we really are) . Pulling that dusty shoebox out reminded me of that, but also just how lucky I am to know and have known all ya'll.
And even still, I still miss my friend a great deal sometimes.