it intensifies; the pain within us
when we realize the end is inevitable.
brewing and preserving, that sacrifice for survival.
it was only time that we fought with screams and burials.
with the multiplied balloons flying high into the blue until we could barely reach it all.
your eyes weren't enough to convince our alleged fate.
your smile didn't last long enough for me to hold onto the hope.
nothing was there, except our tight hold and empty assures.
then you said, 'something. there's something. we're something in this empty world. i hope you remember when i soon become nothing and you're the only something in this world.'
because we are, i learned. in the emptiness of a desert, in the thin air of high mountains, in the wide surface of an ocean, a little breathing was something. a little blink of an eye was something. we are all something when there's nothing in the world.
and we are everything when there's something in the world. we are all that there is under the sky, with arms raised and proud glee. a single beat of a heart was a single digit in the paper, a little raise in the steep line, a little curve in the falling slope. everything.
we are everything.
