The things we do

We tell deep truths and tiny white lies.

We astound ourselves as we prove others wrong.

We sing out our songs.

We bellow our prose.

We mark and erase from what has been marked and erased.

We remember.

We promise.

We never forget.

We get bored.

Distracted.

Enamored.

Excited.

Burnt out.

Get bored.

Forget.

We elude, we display.

We hide in plain sight.

We run to and fro.

We wander.

We dance, often stumble;

we often stay still just to watch everything fly by as we try to deal with the head rush of it all.

It can dread or buzz with an overload of senses.

In times we break things,

just to appease with the scattering.

In times we stand above shattered pieces,

just to witness the beautiful peculiarity

of light hitting the broken edges.

In times we cut ourselves during repair,

bruise trying to keep it together,

and scar trying to remember why it's important to do so.

In all times, we try.

We try. 

Or fail.

Or worse, we succeed.

Often at the wrong things. 

Often at our own plans.

We do because and in spite of ourselves.

We surrender on what should be

and give up on what is inevitable,

as it becomes an 'almost',

and 'almost' becomes a 'shouldn't have'.

As long as there is love,

as long as there is hope,

every single undying flame of determination,

every solitary flashback of a moment that made nothing else matter,

every victory big or small,

every bruise and scar,

and every broken edge---

the light shall find it,

and each time it catches your eye,

we shall be shown a reason for us to keep trying.