The conversations
That last for hours
Filled with belly laughter
About nothing important
Have the most meaning
we are always damned if we do
Fucked if we dont
We hate the what ifs
we place our hands in the fire
to make sure it burns
Things are always black and white
and look better that way
WE treasure whats right in front of us
but are still incomplete
always searching
we are realistic dreamers
Beautiful artist
with a broken soul
looking for our answers
in all the wrong places
not bound for this world
yet uncontrollably drawn to it
meant for something important
the marters of the centry
