The Real Beauty In Life Is That

There Are No Days More Full Than Those We Go Back To.

Where Happiness Was Not A Possibility, The Illusion Of It Was Always More Important.

I Grew Up Sort Of Middle Class, Safe And Suburban.

I Guess This Is What Marriage Is, Or Was, Or Could Be. You Drop The Mask. You Allow The Fatigue In. You Lean Across And Kiss The Years Because They're The Things That Matter.

It Was A Silence That Heard Itself, Awful And Beautiful.