My friends are the people who constantly inspire and challenge me; they are also my safe place. That place I can go to when I need my spirit restored, when I need someone who understands without explanation, when I need someone to tell me its all going to be okay.
When I ran away last week, I ran to my friend. Someone who has known me for the past ten years. She is someone who allows me to be me, accepts me completely with all my faults, and never hesitates to open her door when I show up unannounced on her doorstep. Over the years we've shared heartaches, joys, sorrows, long seemingly endless summer days, ridiculous drunken nights we wouldn't remember without our cameras, to more adult matters like career changes, her wedding, real life dreams-- our lives are tightly woven together with an unbreakable thread binding us together.
Most of my friends and I are incredibly different, but each one plays a vital role in my life, and each one is a bit of a safe haven for me, for a multitude of reasons. Each one a part of me, representing various aspects of my soul, etched into a part of my heart. Giving me the freedom to be myself.