Out we go, jumping a million bridges just to find our love’s favorite places coming back to us. There is no tomorrow when today is shining like this.
We’d be fools to pretend there’s never static. Never fires. Never misunderstandings waiting around every corner. But the final lessons were always just leaves blowing in the trees. Small waves lapping themselves back into the sea.
Can you feel the remarks of a thousand dead ears falling on the laughter and menace of one act done well? One timely word? That’s what this is: an exercise in innocence.
Where does it all come from, and where does it all go, and why do people argue and bicker when they really love one another?
I’m not sure, but the stormy seas of darker days are sure to make the sunlight and calm all the more enticing and lovely as long as our compass is still in tact.
I wish I was better. Wish I could be less erratic and riddled with fears. I hope I am showing you an okay way. More often than not, though, and maybe always, I feel the truth of the matter is: it is you who is showing me.
When your mommy and daddy argue, is it hard? I’m sure it must be. Caught in the maelstrom of silly words smothered in the toxic causticy of pain and distrust.
The bond of love remains. It was never even our choice, but our choice to honor it. I think our ship is finding its way, though living free in an unfree world comes with pressures of its own. They are not your responsibility, and I wish to shield you as much as I might.
Beyond that, though, is a door. I hope to open it for you, but it seems you are already on the other side, asking me to come in, too.
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~KafkA
Graham Smith is a Voluntaryist activist, creator, and peaceful parent residing in Niigata City, Japan. Graham runs the "Voluntary Japan" online initiative with a presence here on Steem, as well as DLive and Twitter. (Hit me up so I can stop talking about myself in the third person!)