- what a go we’ve had of this – stars backward, sideways, and every obstructive path to deploy such complicated patterns against us.
- though stars cannot be fully blamed – for i know my own frailty exceeding well.
- and if honesty should have her voice be known, we both are weak at times – you and i – these shipwrecked outcasts dancing on this tightrope between eternity and oblivion.
- we were never supposed to be here.
- and yet we dance.
- forward and back – side to side.
- and yet we dance.
- intersecting quietly between the black and the white.
- where the world is a blissful grey for us to color in.
- strength in the singular hope that maybe the stars don’t get to define us.
- that there is a story to be forged to the cadence of two hearts clipping to a singular beat – and they still beat.
- we could laugh in the face of the stars, but our hearts are too full to be bothered with them.
- this was never for them.
- these with all the cascading moments that found us interlocked in joyous purpose – these were for us – and nothing else matters.
~j.d.schofield