bewilderment

makeup-less and and trying.

i used to think you were invincible. i was always the one who was frail and needed care. you always minded me, and you always made sure i was feeling okay. it really rocks my being when the roles are reversed, and i'm the one hoping you'll feel better, i'm the one at home alone, waiting for them to let you go, come back to me. it just makes me ponder on the frailty of the human race. none of us are perfect flowers. we are all the same. a car will hurt you; a car will hurt me. we will all, at some stage, be reduced to a dependant, and we will all need looking after. we must always expect the unexpected. we can never be prepared, obviously, but we must accept that fact that we are not invincible, and we can all fall down.

i'll pick you up. you can lean on my shoulder. i'll make the call. i'll wait with you. i'll tell everyone else to shut up so you can have some space to breathe. i'll whisper into your ear about how you can sit around now, playing video games and watching tv for hours, you lucky bastard. i'll keep holding your hand on our way there, watching your flickering eyelids. i'll tell your mom you're alright, and help her give details. i'll wait outside. i'll keep waiting. and waiting. and waiting.

it felt so good to see your face again.

why do we fall?
so we can learn to pick ourselves up.

peace.
♥