Monday [The Perfect Winter Sunrise...]

sometimes things just work.

like white tea and rose in giant cups.

like beer and pubs and pool games with strangers.

late night swing sets and bubble o' bills.

or silly hats and zombie dances.

early morning airport runs and perfect winter sunrises.

white clouds, pale blue sky for miles.

occasional tears interspersed with smiles.

sometimes sadness is necessary in order to remember the moments we are happy.

i have had my fair share of happiness this month.

it was entirely thanks to friends.

wonderful people to share life with.

to laugh with, to dance with, to cry with, 

to breathe with, to sit in silence and marvel at majesty with..

i used to believe i didn't need people.

really, being alone has been my life for so long.

but more and more i realise the value of lives.

of influence.

of the way the beat of another's heart can affect your own.

of how much shared smiles and laughter and sadness and tears are so much more important, 

so much more valuable than all things in this world.

i don't know what i'd do without you.

there is a house built out of stone, wooden floors, walls and window sills, tables and chairs worn by all of the dust.
this is a place where i don't feel alone
this is a place where i feel at home.