I wish we could all be on the same exact page.
The same number, letter, punctuation.
The same whisper of breath that ascertains we understand one another.
That we can smile, breathe out in relief to know that we’re not all on different pages.
That we’re reading the same passage, with the same words, convictions, hopes and beliefs; all strung into one, confident, binding.
Glued together by wisdom and hardship.
That this book of credence isn’t furiously burning, shrouded contemplation, that we acknowledge it— this life, in unity.
That we can all maintain the fact that this world should be brought together by peace— not inhumanity and decimation.