we gathered up pop bottles from our parents house, went to the store and bought a sub and a pop and sat in his car talking at the park talking with the windows down. why is it that this moment of when i was 18 sticks in my mind? it’s because at a point where i had nothing i had everything. i think someone understanding you in the moments of confusion is so powerful; indeed seemingly strong people have feelings that they hide, feelings that rip the very delicate skin or their should inside out but again…they are hidden. oh well, i will continue to pray that my broken dreams 