even columbus looks better on the back seat of a bike and all my fears get
washed away in a stream of blinking lights and the concrete strip below seems
less like a noose and more like a tie that binds or at least a tourniquet. it’s
been such a hard season and the bridges we burned might be all we had to keep
us from drowning. but at least we had this time; and i’d like to think we’re
better off for it. i’ll remember this. sometimes broken things make the best
building supplies. and we’ll keep on building. hearts aren’t made of glass,
they’re made of muscle and blood and something else. and they don’t so much
as break as bend and tear. we have what it takes to keep it together; and move
on.

any relationship that matters – a friendship, a family, a romance, a band -
anything – is a perilous and fragile thing because along with all the amazing
experiences and creations that [bad word] from something so intimate and [bad word] the possibility for things to [bad word] and shatter or whither and die.
when that happens, it’s easy to forget what was precious amidst all the disaster.
we should always carry our history with us but never let it bury us.