Is it something we gotta get used to?

hot tempered and irrational.
it's so god damned beautiful when it's quiet outside.
hello snow, i never missed you till now.
you're barely falling and i like it that way.
naturally the west coast has space for me. i could live this way forever.

i'll be on my own, but i won't be alone.
i could give up puzzle pieces of myself only because they don't fit anymore.
or because i just want to feel something other than empty.

this is when things get ugly. when i stop caring and stop feeling normal things.
this is when it's easy to find quick fixes that fix nothing at all.

maybe everyone is right. maybe the hand that has been reaching out for me ever since our whole mess started is the hand that fits.

i think i should hold it.