Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on glue.
What is the glue that holds us all together?
What is it that keeps us wanting to start and end our days together?
What is it that reminds us of love and laughter during our dark moments.
What is it that makes us run towards and away from love when they are screaming, he is crying, she is testing, and they both are whining.
What is our glue when we shatter?
When we break into a million pieces and we think for a split second, is this the end?
But, always, piece by piece, we start to pick up our broken.
We start to put the pieces in some sort of order.
We always start with love.
We always fix the broken.
Sometimes, most times, our glue is really strong.
It has to be.
It has to be strong for when we are thrown.
It has to be strong for when we are knocked down.
It has to be strong for them, for us.
At the end of this journey, you're all I want.
You're the one I want to start and end my days with.
You're my glue.