When time belongs to us, when the world opens its big oyster shell, when all we see is the road in front of us, chasing down the sun setting in our horizon, our fingers laced together in bravery, picking up the pieces along the way that puts light back in our souls...
this is when i'll know we've made something of ourselves. this is when i'll know we've found a couple answers to our questions, which beckon dozens more. this is when i'll know i'm doing something right, something my way. this is when i'll burst my seams and shed my skin and rub my flesh raw against yours just to have a hidden scar that will represent the many ways you healed me.
i still love this trail we're blazin'.
;)
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