You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading. 

dangerous.

someday i’ll go here.

see i’ve been through this before, heard the speeches and pleas, seen the pain and the anguish, but never dropped to my knees. i was always the one who was mentally fit, never thought about giving up, there’s no way i would quit. i was the strong one, the rock always the key to the lock. and though it’s not quite the same, i know the rules to this game. maybe this is my calling, to be there when they’re falling. both the old and the young, when their songs have been sung. whether addicted or dying, to be a shoulder for crying. the only time in my life, when i feel like shit’s right. i got good at the hard stuff, through all of the sleepless nights. so thanks for the sign, i guess now i know. that my life will be led helping others to grow.

i’m writing a letter, addressed to the stars. just a short little piece, about all of my scars. i used to have the fight in me, like the soldier in you. but i guess in time that fades, maybe there’s nothing i can do. used to promise to live clean, and fight for myself, fight for my health. now that promise sits on the shelf. look at the cards i’ve been dealt, no sign of black jack in my hand, gotta try hard just to stand. it’s how i became who i am i set out a plan, but now i’m not so sure that i can. cause more and more everyday it seems med school’s not the way. i need a little help right now, something to nudge me along. i’ll take anything you’ve got, tell me what’s right and what’s wrong. lead me to the path that i need and the life that i crave, help me to fight on, just help me stay brave.