Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

I just do the best I can under the circumstances.

I'd come here planning to leave as soon as I could. It was a pit stop, not a destination. I had my whole life mapped out." "So what happened?" "I guess that map didn't turn out to be mine after all.

Fine...a word that you said when someone asked how you were but didn't really care to know the truth.

It was great. Freedom even the imagined kind always is.

Morning would come before we knew it. It always did. But we still had the night, and for now, we were together, so I just closed my eyes and drank it all in.

I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. Maybe it had seen places you never had, been rerouted and passed through so many strange hands, but still somehow found its way back to you, all before the day even began.