If the wind blows hard enough long enough will it find a way to pick me up and cradle me inside its gusts? Will it find a way to catch the cautions I have thrown to it and deposit me like debris at the foot of the bed where you lie sleeping?
“But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking.”—Mitch Albom (via onequotetoanother)