December was a month of openings,
of letting the sun sink through my skin and
finding out nothing has been missing all along.
Morning came and brought with it a thousand miracles
of light and I am here, in it.
And I am healing.
And I am miles away from where I
wish to be.
But I am here.
// I know these will all be stories someday.
And our pictures will become old photographs.
And we'll all become someone's mom or dad.
But right now these moments are not stories.
This is happening. I am here and I am looking at him.
I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story.
You are alive. //
- Perks of being a wallflower
