And we write like there are stars in our hands,
like there is no tomorrow,
like there is only now-
this moment-
as if the end is coming for us all and we know it
as if the fragile pieces we have gathered must be kept safe
from this apocalypse
...and so all we can do is put pen to paper

And we are afraid.
We should be-
the only things worth doing are frightening at first
and the only things we can imagine ourselves doing
are the ones where we might fail
and that's life
so when we get the whisper,
the urge,
the calling in the night,
we follow
...and we are free