One More Day

I've spent my life trying to understand moments. Trying to string them together in some way that my brain can make sense of. And although I don't think I'll fully understand until the end, I think some of the pieces leading me to this moment were pushing me to let go of you. You kept telling me that happiness was all the rage and I just couldn't see it. I was drowning, trying to reach you. One step back and every time I think about my life it's like a movie where I am now the audience screaming at my former self to push beyond the darkness. The me in the movie thinks she'll stop living if a boy doesn't let her back in. What I want to tell her so badly is that she won't stop living. That she'll be able to remember the days fondly because there was never any outcome, bad or good. That she just can't see all the pieces yet but they are there waiting for her to find just when she needs them most. Girl in the movie, push on for another day. Just one more day.