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The Lilac tree

ghost in the graveyard

fireworks burning the bush

sneaking out

jumping out of the tree

the tree fort - rope or climb

the relationships with neighbors

casual racism

the sock basket

all the traditions

seeing each other every weekend

I was part of a very special and unmatched group of friends, and now I am not.
My life hasn’t gone the way I’ve planned at all, but I’ve learned that’s the point.

You can’t plan it out, you can only feel it out.
Should you move across the country? How do you feel?

When you look past the fear, the doubt, the shame, all the feelings that stand tall and mighty. . .
How do you feel?
Is there a spark that hurts to look at?
A burn that looks at all these obstacles and says “Oh shit, but. . . we can do it.”
That light is you, and you say you can do it.

So do it.

It will be scary.
It will be hard.
That’s what she said.
It will be strangely surreal.

Do it.
You can do it.
You know you can, but there are a number of things that will try to convince you that you can’t.
They’re very hard to ignore, like a leaky faucet, or your fathers snore.

But if you pay attention, and look past all those factors, you’ll see it.
That bright little light. It’s in there, and it’s not giving up.
You aren’t either, because that light is you.
Push aside all those shadows and obstacles and let it shine through.
It’s shattering sticky strands that muffle and cling.
No one needs to listen, but you need to sing.