I left behind the laugher we could share over the jokes that we have before.
I want it. I need it right now, no matter how uncomfortable or naked I feel.
Why does that thought frightened me?
Is it because they made me who I am or what I am?
So to let go would be to lose a part of myself?
Or….maybe I am shedding my skin of that life?
Words can be harmful, words can be distracting, words can be nothing but unmistakably,
Question that have the power to change history,
The responsibility to live rightly that we are all born will.
Words of beauty and truth can touch another being.
Inspired them to action and passionate thoughts.
We can become the dreamer version of ourselves through words.
If we use no lies, no distractions, if we create no ending, 
Maybe, just maybe we summit ourselves to the justice of being wrong,
To the responsibility of consequence,
To the revelation of self.
Just maybe.
