there's a fire in my heart and it burns; it scorches a trail down my body and i feel myself being pulled down with it, drowning just as the sun does every night
the weight in my chest is too heavy to hold and i find myself daydreaming of someone else to hold it with me (maybe if atlas had a friend to help hold up the sky it wouldn't have been such a difficult task, although anything is difficult when all of humanity relies on it)
i look to the girls, warriors and poets with smudged eyeliner and messy nail polish. they hold wisdom that could stop wars and i let myself glance at their soft curves covered by jeans and sweatpants and dresses and sweaters and t-shirts displaying my favorite bands. they are goddesses and my heart begins to get lighter
i look to the boys, reckless and dangerous, soft-spoken and thoughtful. their unkempt hair is a symbol of my unkempt life, and their big hands make me feel safe, like i've been promised protection by someone who's too careless to protect himself. they have that boyish smell: too-big sweatshirts and sea spray cologne and tears suppressed by society. they are gods and i'm flying
i look to everyone else, everyone that doesn't fit into our world's black and white boxes and my smile stretches, sunshine spilling from the corners of my lips as if it was always inside of me. maybe the sunshine was hiding in my heart, the beating organ that was now as light as a feather and just as graceful
i don't need but i want and i long and i hope
