There is a myth that drinking whiskey
and smoking cigarettes
and spending nights swearing
into the mirror makes you a writer.
But this is a myth.
These things only erode your skin
to reveal your
bleeding self beneath.
Whether you bleed words, paint, music,
or love is irrelevant.
What I mean:You are one of the best friends I've ever had. The level on which we connect baffles me. I'm so so happy that I can share my interests, secrets, guilt, faults, joys, and insecurities with you in confidence and receive encouragement to improve and keep being better, and I'm comfortable with the ease with which I can reciprocate those feelings and that support to you as well. We make a great team and I'm really fortunate to have you in my life.