can't stop listening to this

What I know about living
Is the pain is never just ours, every time I hurt,
I know the wound is an echo, so I keep listening
For the moment when the grief
Becomes a window, when I can see
What I couldn’t see before through the glass
Of my most battered dream.

I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind,
And when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds,
So the next time I tell you
How easily I come out of my skin,
Don’t try to put me back in. Just say
Here we are, together at the window aching
For it to all get better, but knowing there is a chance
Our hearts may have only just skinned their knees,
Knowing there is a chance
The worst day might still be coming.

Let me say right now for the record,
I am still gonna be here,
Asking this world to dance, even if it keeps stepping
On my holy feet, you,
You stay here with me, ok?
You stay here with me,
Raising your bite against the bitter dark, your
Bright longing, your brilliant fists of loss,

Friend, if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other,
My God that is plenty,
My God that is enough,
My God that is so so much for the light to give,
Each of us at each other’s backs,
Whispering over and over and over:
Live. Live. Live.

-Andrea Gibson