Hazy but Hopeful for Clarity: Anthology from my written journals
02 - // More Human //
And on the stairs, we didn't care
if people stared
because on that same stairs
we had wonders to share
and two minds uncertainties affair
and my life was simplified in this same moment we leaned on each other.
Tapping your shoulders, our knees bumping, held your hand, any part
we were just in a space of assurance
and in this scene you told me in times like this is where you see
the beautiful side of life
that which future terrified us because it doesn't share and
we don't know what's for us in there.
we won't ever know and that's the push of life.
so we pull ourselves together with tears in our eyes and
in hopes that our hope will someday be cast
and our stories won't be left as some earth's forgotten draft
you were my soulmate
and the ceiling twinkled and car lights flashed
in a world moving so fast people were too absorbed in their own contrast
we sat on the stairs like humans
but we don鈥檛 act bigger than we are living the same thinking with my hand connecting with your hand
because people are too small than the speed of uncertainty
too limited to defy gravity
but we hope in hopes if we try there's a finish line and in suffering our greatest
there's a good finale to attract
and see now, i am not terrified if I can possibly crash
because on the same stairs with turning heads, thoughtful nights,
thinking minds and twinkling lights
don't you worry we are meant to last
after this dusk of life's task of ending teenage heights
even then eventually we were more human
and we will be
alright
And on the stairs, we didn't care
if people stared
because on that same stairs
we had wonders to share
and two minds uncertainties affair
and my life was simplified in this same moment we leaned on each other.
Tapping your shoulders, our knees bumping, held your hand, any part
we were just in a space of assurance
and in this scene you told me in times like this is where you see
the beautiful side of life
that which future terrified us because it doesn't share and
we don't know what's for us in there.
we won't ever know and that's the push of life.
so we pull ourselves together with tears in our eyes and
in hopes that our hope will someday be cast
and our stories won't be left as some earth's forgotten draft
you were my soulmate
and the ceiling twinkled and car lights flashed
in a world moving so fast people were too absorbed in their own contrast
we sat on the stairs like humans
but we don鈥檛 act bigger than we are living the same thinking with my hand connecting with your hand
because people are too small than the speed of uncertainty
too limited to defy gravity
but we hope in hopes if we try there's a finish line and in suffering our greatest
there's a good finale to attract
and see now, i am not terrified if I can possibly crash
because on the same stairs with turning heads, thoughtful nights,
thinking minds and twinkling lights
don't you worry we are meant to last
after this dusk of life's task of ending teenage heights
even then eventually we were more human
and we will be
alright
22-25, F
