What is it about becoming ageless that is so appealing?
Being honest and loud and true too.
But bravery tops them all.
Mostly 'cause I think it's lost.
At least when you tally up the masses of humans beings on the globe,
I would put money on the fact that courage is a rarity.
So old and forgotten that it's been pawned off at the corner.
So who doesn’t want to be remembered for that?
Courage comes in countless forms.
How hard could courage be?
I think the courage to be honest and to be loud and to be true,
is the ultimate direction, the greatest end goal.
Then you will be remembered.
Follow your dreams.
Don’t just dream.
Open doors.
Don’t avoid them.
Try thinking every once and a while about what exactly your doing at this very moment.
I mean with your life.
Are you good? Or are you bad?
You know the difference.
Are you living up to the potential of what being human truly is?
The answer is most obviously no.
Maybe you don’t believe me,
but walking on the concrete pathways to everywhere,
I feel a little displaced.  
Disgraced and put off.
I'm not here to make you feel bad,
but someone told be that we should have our ears upon the soil.
He told me that we should be a little more careful.
"It's not your fault its mine", he said to me.
So, that got me to thinking.
What if we could change the future,
the mold that makes us up?
The DNA and RNA and every single atom.
"We are comfy, leave us alone."
Wait.
Did I just hear you say something?
Ahh, never mind my ranting.
I knew you were never listening.
Just be courageous for gods sake.

we were
sitting so close,
and he pulled
our blue and white
plaid blanket
over our heads.

this is where
we shared our first
kisses,
and our first
"i love you's"
and lost our
first innocences.

and underneath
he whispered in
my ear,
"we are hiding from
the world,
just you and I.
and then we
will face the world
together"

and so we are.

Today there is no fluidity.
No breathtaking analogies.
Just simple, poor, old me
And these tears that creep too easily down my cheeks.

Do you know what the hardest thing is?
Knowing with every fiber of my being
That no future passion can match
The one we had
Cradled in each other's arms
Two frail, broken souls
Two crashed and burned worlds
Irrevocably at each other's disposal.

I want that.
I want you.
More now than any other time before.

With complete awareness of your insanity
With sound believe in your cruelty
I know
When the grass withers
When stars burn out:

*You may have loved me first
But I will *always love you last of all.