Stuck in a world between dreams
where reality isn't so real to me.
Wake me up.
Shake me up.
Scream my name
until you can't hear your own voice.
Because repetition seems to devalue our choice
to be separate from each unique experience.
But that's what I need;
for you to blend into me.
We are brothers and sisters
with all the same needs.
And as we learn each others' faults
we can accept and breathe
into our lungs that which sets us free
in the end.
And that's the acceptance of peace.
You have to make it.
You must create it.
What shapes our existence is only found in pieces.
So be it.
Let's join hands
and help each other to see that.
Because without your perspective
mine means nothing.
And with all of ours together
we've created something.
And puzzle piece after puzzle piece
we build ourselves slowly
just to risk being ripped apart violently...
But so what?
I promise we'll all remember
how to put ourselves back together.
And each step of the way
we'll learn to treasure
the joy and the pain
that forced our surrender
to what is bigger than our brain's
comfortable way of thinking.
So, smile.
Even in times of trial.
I swear to god
that he/she/us
is listening.
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