Burning Bridges

It’s strange how everything works out, really.

When I was in the 5th Grade, I thought my life would end with every rough patch I went through. Every skinned knee and every chipped friendship sent my world crashing down on itself. It’s funny, remembering all the problems I had back then, the bullying, the puppy love, everything… when we’re young, we think we know everything; we think we’ve seen it all, when in fact, we’ve seen nothing.

It’s no secret that I’ve gone through a whole mess of shit in my life, and last year was no different. Just one crazy adventure after another—some desired, some I would rather have avoided—all worth it. 

So, it’s with a heavy heart that I bid you farewell, 2011. May 2012 be all that you were, and more.

Here’s to the people we meet, and the people who leave,
To the loves that were, and the loves that were never meant to be,
To the late nights spent partying, and getting drunk off our asses,
To the sweet memories of waking up in the arms of the one you love,
To the soft cotton sheets, and the softer lips that greet you good morning,
To the nights spent passed out in friends’ couches,
To not understanding and not being understood,
To not trying and still getting there,
To the tears, and the laughter we shared,
To all the things we learned, and the things we’d rather forget,
To being an US, but still being a ME,
To not having too much, but having enough,
To technology, and the vintage,
To science, and the arts, and how they could meld together perfectly, if they were just given the chance,
To possibilities, endless and free,
To Superman, to biologists, to healers, to writers and cats,
To friends with all the right questions, and none of the answers,
To parents who know everything but never say a word,
To business and city lights,
To cigarettes and alcohol,
To dreams and masks that help hide who we really are,
To regrets, and wishful thinking,
To yesterday, and tomorrow.