original #3 | a response

This is a bit of writing inspired by a song that a friend of mine wrote.  Or rather, this is what came out of how I felt when I listened to it.

If you would like, here's the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLvjo7cDJHw


I saw it as about two people that are together but alone.  One of them, the lower notes, is sitting.  Waiting.  Wanting something better in life, but not sure where to find it.  And the other one is searching for something better and hopeful and sometimes things get better, but ultimately they're still stuck in this season of sorrow and they end up finding comfort in each other because they know how each other feels.  And they're both still sad, but they're sad together and that lets them feel less sad.

They're different because they've both been through different things and some of those things were bad.  Some of them were good.  Some of them they don't talk about.  All of the things shaped them and they wouldn't go back and change anything even if sometimes all the time they want to.

Sometimes the sadness just swallows both of them though and that's okay.  Because they are still together and they know they will always still be together and yeah, it sucks.  It sucks that they have to deal with this because they've seen that life is so good and so happy and they've felt it before too and now they're just so far away and they don't know how they got so lost or so broken or where they took the wrong turn.

And maybe they were never on the right path. Maybe there wasn't a right path because maybe they never took a wrong turn because maybe there was nothing they could do to avoid this.

But it doesn't matter because they're still here and this path that they're on, it's their path and they can't change that.  It would be nice to.  This path is full of hurt and it's hard.  Hard to stay afloat and hard to not lose each other and hard not to lose themselves.  But this is what they have and they still have places to go and things to create and people to meet even if it doesn't feel like it- even if they don't want to.

And they still have each other and sometimes that's all that gets them through the day.  The night.  The week.  The month.  Sometimes that's all that gets them through the year.  But they got through it and in the end that's really all that matters.  They go through it after all and they know that they can get through another day.  Another week.  Another year.

And at the end of it all, maybe they won't be stronger.  Maybe they won't have learned something new.  Maybe they will still be lost and maybe they will still be broken.  And maybe- maybe that's fine.