Secrets In Starlight
April 20th, 2010
My friends are beautifully strange people and not just for the obvious reasons.
They see things in me I would never see myself. Not without painfully peeling away a few layers and pulling out a magnifying glass at least. They see these things the same way children see starlight. Honest and just just.
I’m lucky that they know me so well- though I’m not quite sure how, and are often right. I can trust them to find me when I’m lost, to hear the secrets I can’t tell, and see the light I often forget I have. They remind me of things I’ve had taken away, pulling my innocence from the shadows to shine in the bright of day, exposed alongside my self-naivete.
I’m scared to have them in my life. Precious things are so easy to lose, precious people even more so. Nevertheless, I dare to say I’ve seen a world without starlight and I’ve met people who can’t see beyond the clouds. Neither are sights I wish to return to.
Thank you, my friends. Thank you for everything.
the fear of losing the things that matter most. yes that is so hard!
Difficult, inescapable, and all the more beautiful for it all.