Funny how fragile life is.
How fast it remends,
How cracked and broken it may be,
And how overwhelmingly gorgeous.

Such a great family we are,
Amidst our will to hurt each other.
I simply want to hold hands.
No, really, I do.
Like literally, with the person next to me.

Ok, maybe I'm a lunatic.
But I just want to open their eyes.
Moments pass by, too fast to catch.
We might as well smile.
And silently,
Hold the hand of our friend,
A stranger,
The love of our life,
Our brother.
We are one, we are frozen, we are broken,
And life is a beautiful thing.
It makes me smile,
To see the salty tears run over my rosy cheeks.