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369 pages, Paperback
First published January 8, 2013
“But I’m also starting to wonder something else. If maybe the point of this crazy quest I’m on wasn’t to help me find Willem. Maybe it was to help me find someone else entirely.”
We’re swimming separately now. I get that. Maybe it’s just what you have to do to keep above water. But who knows? Maybe one day, we’ll climb out, grab hands, and jump again.
Sometimes, you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty space it leaves behind.
He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.
Maybe accident isn’t the right word after all. Maybe miracle is.
Or maybe it’s not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.
Maybe I'm broken, maybe I'm wrong
I could've spoken sooner than I should've
Only the good die old
That's what they told me, but I don't know
Maybe I'm breaking up with myself
Maybe I'm thinking I should just keep to
The things that I've been told
Wait for the colors to turn to gold
Do you know? Do you know?
You're not alone, you're not alone
That everything is crashing down
You're not alone, you're not alone
I'm ready for the fall
I'm ready for everything
That I believed in to drift away
Ready for the leaves
Ready for the colors to burn to gold and crumble away
Maybe I'm dusting to be destroyed
Always a reason breaking me
After my meets in the dead of night
I keep on praying to see the light
Maybe I'm breaking up with myself
Maybe I'm thinking I should just keep to
The things that I've been told
Wait for the colors to turn to gold
Do you know? Do you know?
You're not alone, you're not alone
That everything is crashing down
You're not alone, you're not alone
I'm ready for the fall
I'm ready for everything
That I believed in to drift away
Ready for the leaves
Ready for the colors to burn to gold and crumble away
I'm ready for the fall
Ready for the leaves
Ready for the colors to burn to gold and crumble away