untitled (7.8.08)

It was one of those cathartic moments when the jail cells of our eyes opened to release our emotions held captive deep within. As we sat across from one another, we talked to each other about the struggles of the recent days: roommates, moving and the fear of the unknown. It was only then that we allowed our depths to be exposed.
It was the unknowns that opened those gates and it was the unknowns that set 'em free. As we sat talking the emotion of fear held captive was released, and exposed to the light.
As I sat with my voice shaking, I transitioned from the tired frustration of living with another to the overly present fear at hand. In my strongest voice of the moment I expressed my fears of the present. She replied back, revealing the hidden, "It just happened. I didn't plan it." The fear didn't subside, and the hidden slowly became out of reach.
"It just happened." We don't know much beyond that. Things happen and we are stuck with the awful reality. We don't plan things and the repercussions are ours. The fallenness of the life we embrace holds little and we seek strength and reassurance.
We want broad shoulders and strong arms that hold longingly as we seek to escape our reality, as we try to depart to a place unimagined. We long for something we able to obtain if only we know where to look--where not to look. Those things that happen retreat only to again as we hope for those arms to hold us once again.