Sunday, December 31, 2017

we call this place home.

a year ago you met a girl full of spite in a classroom dedicated to everything she had rejected for years. today you held her while she wrote lines dedicated to all the stories discarded in fury. fairy lights twinkled in the background while laughter over chess games erupted in the living room. she vows that fear won't take her anymore; at least it won't hold her back in the same way.

the same mantra that growth is never linear still holds true and though you told yourself that you finally are growing now, you've been growing all along and now it's beginning to show.

"you're beginning to blossom and i am very proud of you, you know that?"

"thank goodness my house here got sick of me and made me leave."

"yeah, thank goodness."