You inspire me, higher. You give me (con)solace. Sometimes even a s(hold)er. I admit it. Sometimes I need you, or at least I believe I do. You don’t lie to my face. You’re rational, poise, no excuses are ever made. You’re an umbrella for my rainy days, a blanket for the cold ones, a person who brings sunshine in my life. You embrace me, or better yet, are a brace for me. I can (confide)ntly say what’s on, in, around my mind. And in this world where people are quick to point fingers, you hold mine. 

And for that I am thankful.