Bikes and Bridges

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 exhausting [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.