8th

maybe, just maybe,

hang on to maybe,

when you feel the rubbing,

rocking, need cradling,

hang on to maybe.

a final source of hope,

a brave light in waiting.

12th

It’s all sunshine and rainbows,

rain clouds and hail storms,

dancing back and fourth,

but inching closer each time,

to everything we could ever be,

and all we already are.

14th

"Make it make sense"

we say to eachother

wrapped up in fake disblief

a pretend pleading for answers

it's easier to be shocked

than it is to be changed

and we are but only human

at the end of the day

but forgive me for thinking

in all of the mess and all it's became

we could just be better

without the dismay

we could just decide

that today is the day

i'll be kind to strangers

smile on my way

and they won't smile back

but that's more than okay

because it's not what's returned

they're no final say,

if i smile out in the world,

that smile will stay.