We needed the walls in our lives to break, we needed the people in our lives to be permanent, we needed the ocean with us on our journey, we needed a path for nature to be rediscovered, we needed love to be able to get recognition, we needed more than just to be tagged along like a place to paste the scars of graffiti, we needed this crazy thing we call skin to earn respect and we needed this to be called a universal trend.

If want was water,
I would be drowning, my head under completely
and my oxygen quickly depleting.
If confusion was cold,
My fingers would be numb and I wouldn't even
have a coat to ward off the freezing.
If youth was you,
It would be slipping away by the second,
And I can't get a hold to stop it.
Now,
my air is gone,
I'm shivering to the bone,
and can't keep a hold on.
But, this is only a poem:
I know I'm not suffocating, subzero, or slipping.
But I can't help but feel like the more I write,
the farther I get from reality
and the closer I get to metaphor mortality.