Put me down, set me aside and you will never be allowed to pick me up again. I am not flowers in the vase or the pretty thing on your shelf, I am the shelf, I am the table that hold all things and nourishes all things. If my leg comes undone for a moment, you do not put me down. You use your hands, your head and your goddamned heart to hold me up till’ I am strong again. You do this because this is what love calls for. You do this because when I am strong, we are strong. You do this because everything you whispered to me when times were light must be true. You do not put this down, you do not put down something as solid and everlasting as me.
— Te’ V. Smith The Promise Of Breaking (via tevsmith)