let me try to explain this to you....

you're going to explain something to me? yea..alright then. what is this one about?

i have no idea what you're meant to do. meant to become. meant to feel. meant to live for. or even if there is a meant to that you should be considering. but i know you're here. sometimes, anyway..and even that's more than i can ask for.

there are some people out there, that no matter what's happened, can just be there and make everything seem...worth trying to survive. just a handful of them--the ones who can sit there, knowing the questions could be asked, but don't have to be. the ones i know i would tell almost anything--but don't have to, because knowing i can, and you'll still be here, is enough. ...it's hearing your voice, listening to you breathe, feeling you stand behind...no ulterior motives. no diluted thoughts. no plastic smiles--sometimes no smile at all. no expectations. no half-baked truths, and no lies. no promises, except those meant to be kept. no exaggerations...elaborations. and no masks. just you.

just a handful of them.

and i need it. now. i need it..and unless you've ever needed it, you won't understand what i'm talking about. but one day, perhaps--you just might. but for now...hear what i'm telling you, even if you don't quite understand it.





smear time with the people who make everything worth surviving.