fthrsn - colors – A Boat For All

8:31 am - Wed, Oct 19, 2011: 6 notes

fthrsn - colors

You know those moments when you’re with your friends, and there’s a lot of nostalgia flying back and forth? When your insides ache from all the laughter, and your closest friend’s bursting to tell that embarrassing thing you did? It’s near-death, all that joy. You’re running at them, your hands over their face, your legs knocking their knees, to keep them from speaking. To stop so much familiarity from overwhelming you.

When I think of it now, I know better. I wouldn’t run at you. I wouldn’t stop you from telling everyone that silly thing I did. I’d let you come at me. I’d let the warmth of the truth run over me.