It was a white crane... with an arrow in its wing.

I have stretched out every single emotion in my body until it's completely taut and strained and I can barely feel it anymore. Even the good ones. Sometimes you can take things too far and that's one of them. I'm bad about dwelling on things, whether they're good things or not. That usually just makes them worse. And it makes the good things not seem so good anymore.

Thank God for the good things.

It's as if I've found a song I love and want to listen to it a thousand times. But really, after you've done that, the song doesn't give you chills anymore, and it doesn't quite feel like the same song. Does that make sense? Probably not. But I've found what I have to do with those songs is leave them alone for a while. And when you come back to them after a few days, weeks, months, years, whatever, it's the most refreshing thing in the world to hear that familiar tune.

Every word of this song feels new to me right now. I've listened to it more times than I can count, more times than iTunes' "play count" can count, and it's still the most beautiful thing I could hear right now.

I guess that's what I need to do with the good things. If I leave them alone, they'll seem a lot better than they are.

I feel like I'm trying to be deep right now and it's not working. I don't care - nobody reads this anymore anyway, so only if you who are reading this happen across it will anybody know what a bad writer I really am.

This post is riddled with comma splices and poor subject/verb agreement and tense changes and RUN-ON SENTENCES.

I'll leave this where it is.

When all I ever meant to do, was to keep you.

The Crane Wife 1 and 2. and click on the "Crane Wife part 2" bubble when it ends.
Go listen. It's worth it.

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