the days of my american dream drag on and on.
my brothers are not my blood, but they are mine. we have been through tragedy and triumph together. they have been my shoulder to cry on, and i have wiped away many of their tears myself. my soul will always be tied with theirs.
i was not given everything i asked for as a child. and that made me a good person as an adult.
i crave physical touch like a drug. i crave skin to skin, soul to soul kind of touch. i crave interlocking pinkies because i need a little hit. i crave to hug people that do little things for me because it’s the only way i know how to say thank you.
my brothers are the only people on the planet i would dare to call mine.
i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.
i’ll run away from you my whole life if i have to.
happiness feels a million miles away and thousands of years in the past.
i will close your door but i refuse to lock it.