If anyone from the outside was listening, they would be lost. Insider talk with friends. If someone was in our room, they would see the walls but not the paint we love so dearly. The music that plays so loud in our room of secret messages, holds a certain happiness. They still can’t understand a word we say. To have people in my life that understand me when nobody else does is precious. The most amazing of friends understand I am complicated, but work the details out with me. When I’m sad they can hold me up high and take some of the anxiety away. Most importantly, when we are in our room I never leave with anything but a real smile.