time is something we made up to escape the silence
of invisible beating wings
and hearts running rampant in chests belonging to people without names
and the laughter shines like sunshine
Through wooden shutters and doors that words creep through
our bodies creak as we dance to the music the earth plays for us
but for now,
we are all just children in tall grass
and the tall grass are the buildings and houses and places we call home..
we refuse to be silent
and we shake our bones in defiance
next to fires on late nights
with bottles in our hands
and words in our mouths that we will never say.
we wont stop breathing until
we stop dreaming
until we've fallen in love more times then we have fingers

until...  

never.

we are alive
&
we are young.
And maybe tommrow
when we are older
and bolder
we can shed our skins and our differences
and dance as one
in the cotton candy clouds
next to the diamond stars
with smiles so bright on our faces that nothing could stop us.