Untitled, We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't. We love everything tied up neatly, easy, simple, and when we can't do that, it scares the hell out of us. To not know the next step, or where you're headed, kills. Being unsure isn't in our plans. But its those moments, the ones where you risk it and step unknowingly into the future that assures us life is larger than we'll ever know.

We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t. We love everything tied up neatly, easy, simple, and when we can’t do that, it scares the hell out of us. To not know the next step, or where you’re headed, kills. Being unsure isn’t in our plans. But its those moments, the ones where you risk it and step unknowingly into the future that assures us life is larger than we’ll ever know.

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