The best things about being young:

-you can use ignorance as an excuse

-excuses are still mildly accepted

-when you break out in song, people just look at you and think. . .'kids'..

-you can still learn from mistakes, not be crushed by them

-nobody fires you for being stupid

-you dont have to work!! :D Unless you count taking out the trash..

To her, love and pain were synonymous. They both hurt, and she kept them both wrapped up in the folds of her heart, where they turned either frigid or searing, so that they crusted over, or made the surrounding heart erode and go rotten. The girl held it close, under all she had, so that that they soon became one, and the world could never see the cause of her slow decay into death.

And because the world never saw, more and more people succumed to the same fate.

Every one of us has had a cut/scrape/laceration. You notice how it stings at first, then starts to scab over, so red and hard, like a shield for the goings'ons inside. Then it starts to heal, and you notice that too because of how you ache to give it an itch, despite the healing that is giving you that patch of skin back.

What does this sound like? Definitely not like a fight between people, the impasse period after, or the gradual process of reconciliation. Nope. Not at all.

~C.M.
listenin' to 'Hey, Soul Sister', Train