Someone once said
If you subtract your age
From 66 and add 50
You'll get your birthyear
I smirked and went along
With this game on numbers.

It all setteled where they said it would.
As a direct consequence
Arose the infernal question
but why
I've never been great at math.

But I put my mind in to it
I can figure this out
What is the value
Of the constants?
If they aren't talking
Then what are they saying to me?

I broke my head over it
It all made sense
In any way I put them.
Something just wasn't adding up.
I'm putting the measure
Of comparaison in the wrong place
Said a whisper within me.

At peace I sat waiting for the bus
A whisper closes in
If the constants don't serve you, then why are you fixating on them?
Of course, that is it!
It's not the constants
It's not the known facts

It is the variables
The unknown facts!
And sure as hell
If you add 66 to 50,
You'll get 116...
and if I add 89 to 27,
I'll get the equal of the comparaison: 116.

So relax, acceptance will come
When we learn what the variables are.
And even if you don't understand it,
You can still love it
And it will eventually love you back.

When life give you lemons
You make lemonade.
But at some point
Lemonade just won't do.

It doesn't sell well either.
So you get smart
And start making limoncello
And give those *******
What was coming at them.

A face that indicates
They took on more
Than they could handle
A gag reflex and sour taste in their mouths

A sweet twist that comes from
The smirk on your face
And if they keep messing with you
They won't be able to see straight
Let alone walk home unsupported.

Alice come here*
I called my sister's cat
She did not look at me.
She sniffed the air
She took her time
And eventually proceeded
To sniff my shoes.

I ran my fingers through her furr.
Such a strange sensation
Almost like the first time
I ever pet a feline.
I appreciated her soft furr
And smiled at the memory
Oh how wonderous
It feels to a child

This cat, an animal
Came to me, not because I called her
Not because I commanded her
As though she was mine
To order around.
She has no master
She chooses her way.

May that be the way I live my life.
Not because I want to
But because I have to.
For who chooses my path
If not me?
Who is left to pick up
The broken pieces
Of the choices I made
If not me?

If I am responsible and on my own in it
When I make a mistake,
Then may I be alone in all my decisions
That I make
As I proceed in this world.

When we were little girls
We sang as though
Our voices joined as One.
We sang in a chior
Young voices of angels
The voices in which
Innosence was centered
We joined to sing as One.

Now years later
We sit at a bar
They call us The Sisters
Because we're always together
We share all things
We share what we have
Because all we ever had
Was each other.

A song comes on
And our voices join
As One once more.
The guys smile
Oh, it's the Sisters
We sound somewhat different now
More mature, more brushed off.
Less like angels
More like rivals.

I had a wish years ago
That we'd one day stop
Competing for everything and anything.
Who's the most talented
Who's most accomplished
Who has the highest degree
And the best job.
Who makes the most money
And who is prettiest.

It was all under control
Until I heard the words
Escape from your lips...
I'm sleeping with the guy you like
Air escaped my lungs
You cried out your shame
And I blessed you in silence.
I can't shut you out
Because I still love you.

I wish you had stopped competing
I could never get even with you.
Not because I can't win
But because you can't win from me.
I'd break you in pieces and you know it.
You stayed up all night
Howling out the pain
You never knew lived within you.

And I wish I had said something about it to you before
*Now look at us

"It's nice what they did with the front page"
He said and handed me today's paper.
I opened it by my desk at the office...
The cover spoke of a strike by the Union of Independent Pilots
In the Transdimensional Tunnel
Between Earth and several exoplanets.
I laughed and felt the glow in my heart.

As I flipped the page
The paper went on about 136years of successful recycling
And the importance of re-using materials
It would seem that we are running out
In the year 2130, even after all our conquests to 60 other planets
Now fully functioning as a part of the Intergalactic economy.

It spoke of intergalactic love
And meeting a beautiful alien on the train
It spoke of tolerance
And a brighter future
Where we progress and learn from our mistakes.
It spoke of our plans succeeding
And a humanity which prevails
A humanity which thrives.

It spoke of survival and joy
It spoke of every day problems
Which we have come to realise,
Are so typically human
It spoke of how clumsy we are
And how adorable we are that way.
It spoke of acceptance of who we are as a race
And how much we have to offer.
It might aswell have said
*I believe in humanity

I've watched life unfold
In this past month
I left my job the same way
I arrived to it
Like a thunderstorm
And I didn't regret it for a second

The questions are on replay in my head
What if I can't find a job?
What if I lose my apartment?
What if Iose everything?
I watched a friend
In the same situation
Her jaws clunching from pain.

Wish I could help
What if I could help?
Her pain radiated through me
And my tension levels rise
I check my account
Call off all the dentists
Tell her what to say
In order to get her way
They wouldn't do it
She cried. She never cries.

Well **** this if I can't even fix her!
I thought to myself
As I buried my face in my hands.

But then it all fell in to place
Like the Whisperers said it would.
Two job offers, starting on Monday
I'm saved!
I gave her the money
this is what you say to get your way
It all worked out.
Her pain stopped...

My relief spread through me rapidly
And I sighed my pain away.
All in one day
Sometimes life smiles at you
And what a beautiful smile it is.
And in that moment I noticed you...

The boy with dark eyes
Professor in engeneering.
I could do worse
I think to myself
As I check out your ***.
"You were right" I smiled
"That's more than I got out of my exes"

Oh I see. We've arrived at the ladder of comparaison
I smirk as I put your things in my bag
Because you asked me to hold on to them,
As a subtle indicator
That I'm more than comfortable around you...

"My name is Paul and I lie alot"
Well Pauly, I gotta hand it to you
Even though after all this time
I still don't know
When you're telling the truth,
Still love your poems
Even the ugly ones
Still enjoy your sense of humor
And still wonder how you are
More often than I thought I would.

You always say the right things
Always seem to calm me down
Always consider you a friend
Even when you nag me.
Always smile at the thought of you
Even though you're a **** sometimes.
Not to me though...
To the characters in your poems.
Always hope you're doing well

*and that you're happy