*allsouls

When you're little, you don't need very much from your friends. Typically they just have to live close enough to you to go to the same school. When you get older, distance becomes less of a problem…then you really know who your friends are. I guess friends can be measured by how long a distance they’re willing to travel to be with you when you need them most.
Sometimes all you need is a little validation.
Sometimes it’s an ear to listen without judgment, or a shoulder to hold on to when you’re too drunk to find your own way. (you thought I was gonna say “to cry on” huh?!)

Sometimes, all you need is as simple as standing. Standing with you. Standing up for you. Understanding.
Sometimes the distance is too great, and you will find yourself standing alone.
It is in these insane moments of sanity that you learn who your real friends are.

I always prefer to be blown- because it's better than being sucked...better than being sucked in. Sucked into drama...Sucked into lies, sucked into "you-know-what-he's-doing..but you shouldn't tell her.."

no, you couldn't tell...

well, you could, but it would be wrong...

no- it would be right, and it would be fun in that evil sorta way.

In that "drop-a-machete-into-the-pit-and-let-them- figure-it-out," kinda way.

Pull the pin out of the grenade and "run mother f****er, run!, kinda way.

No it wouldn't be fun...it would be funny. No, it wouldn't be funny, but it would be a time...and I loooooves me a good time.

It's difficult to be in the middle; it feels like two stallions pulling in either direction. Even though you feel like you may be holding on tight to both reigns, it's still a wild ride that could go over the edge at any moment. What lies between the fingers of your firmly clasped hands are not the answers but more questions. The solution is simple: treat it like time travel. If you have the exclusive opportunity to go back in time, you'll be seeing the world from a totally unique perspective. Are the answers you hold the solution to all the problems of the world? Or is your little nugget enough to collapse existence
upon itself. Doc Brown put it best in BACK TO THE FUTURE; the less you mess with the Space Time Continuum, the better.

Sometimes all it takes to get you out of your little funk is a really good movie. Take some of my favorites- for example, - UNFAITHFUL- or MATCH POINT. The slow and sly way you get to know the leading actor. The way he moves, coolley across the screen; like he means business. You know it from the first closeup - oh, you know you're done for. With hands firmly clasped, he takes you higher, and higher, right along with him to the very top, and nothing can stop you, not even the very hand of God can keep you from getting away with murder. You look up to the sky and to the heavens to claim your victory- when suddenly the grip loosends, and you fall....and your hero- falls. You scramble around for direction, only to see a screen full of credits rolling. By now, any lit cigarette will do.

As a child it would concern my mother that I would have so many headaches. The doctors would ask "Can you describe for me what you're feeling?" "Well Doctor," I would reply, "it's almost as if all the thoughts, and creations, and images, and stories in my head are compounding and growing and fighting for space. It feels almost like they're going to burst out of the top of my head, then slide down the strands of my hair to get free." Just so you know, excedrin does nothing.