sometimes words are bricks i throw at your window when the message of the pebble would have been enough. today the glass frame itself busted out and we were left speaking with nothing between us but spit and dust. it's hard not to laugh when your angriest moment is confronted by hush puppy eyes and every single thing you love. but hold on we must - to our little swords - our bayonets, our rightness. god forbid in the moment we remember what matters.