bumblebea

To live is to die

To laugh is to know what it feels like to cry

To try is to fail

To have friends is to have enemies as well

The good does not stand alone

But neither does bad

There is no ying without yang

Beatrice

“The bringer of joy”

That doesn’t quite feel right

I’ve been told my smile lights up the room

But who am I to believe that my existence would be the pinnacle of bright?

And maybe that is the catch

I dreamed 

I was the sun 

over the shimmering sea 

illuminating everything 

perfectly 

Our ending is bittersweet

Our past set in stone but our futures untold

A doctor, architect or athlete

We have yet to know what our older life will hold

This isn't a "see you in three months"

Because I'm not coming back

This isn't a "goodbye for now"

At least not all the goodbyes are that temporary,

This is a "I'll be back on Alumni day"

I dig a hole into the ground

To get to my old height

So maybe all my childhood friends

Would speak in more than just short texts

Before I knew they talked behind my back

I gather rocks and stones