Scarry Night

I live in a house.

A cozy, comfortable house.

But it's actually not one.

It's a home. 

A home where mountains of memories were created,

a home where a family lives together,

Am I worthy of your trust?

Am I worthy of your honesty?

Am I worthy of your selflessness?

Your kindness?

Your unselfishness?

If I am not, what can I do?

What can I do to gain your wisdom?

In my mind,

I can think of a dream.

A simple dream.

A dream that can grow,

a dream that can die,

a dream that can start a blazing fire inside of you,

causing millions of new flames to light.

"Why, oh, why, does the sun shine in on such a rainy day?"

"Perhaps it wants to wash out your thoughts and make the sad ones float away."

"But why, oh, why, does it want to help me through all this sorrow, all this loss?"

Our world.

It provides safety.

It provides a home. 

We think we can do whatever we want to it,

but doing so will leave our world with nothing left to own.

No life,

no happiness,

Your wings are like feathers,

effortlessly floating this way and that, 

creating a strong wind that no one can fight.

Your eyes are like crystal balls,