reflect

because we know that there is meaning in the mirroring of our cheeky smiles. because there is sometimes life and death or at least breath in the memories of grassy knees and all the relived childhood games we might not have gotten the chance to play the first time around. because every time i stub my toe it jolts me into reality.

& when a crowd of sweet faces on bikes show up at our house so we can ride off to rusty fences, endless train tracks, and treacherous rooftops, that's what jolts me into the reality of what matters most sometimes. i'm sick of being reluctant to make friends.

this is what counts, or some part of it, at least.