xmasthree
"lean on me," i said as she finally reached a silence. everything had suddenly become so desperate. her life was falling to pieces and she had no where to go, no one to just be there, no one to listen. so i would become that person. i was now her person to lean on, because that's just what i do.
you can flip through a cookbook and find a recipe for pretty much anything you want to make. why doesn't life have recipes? for happiness, for success, for love, for money, for relationships, for destruction, for creating. for anything. we're left to amble along and find our way without even a hint. no lists of ingredients, no explicit directions, no recipes.
i love to cook. i'm the kind of cook who if i have all the ingredients and tools and the recipe, i can follow the recipe and it comes out perfect. it's easy. but i can't just make up stuff of the top of my head, or even really remember recipes that well. it has to be in front of me. but if i have it in front of me, i can be an amazing cook.