we are the hope. we are the dream. we are the fire. a heart in love…is a heart on fire. any picket fence you try to put around one will be burned down. i find shelter in the fact that i live in nothing but ash. are we not humans at all? or are we too human? there is no in between. is danger to be found in the days we have not lived? or the days that we have lived that have been forgotten. life isn’t the actual chess match. it is what comes before. it’s the decision to sit down and play the game. knowing you may win.. or you may lose. the unknown. how beautiful is not knowing what comes next. walking down a sidewalk and literally watching the moments and the world blossom around you. watching the seams slowly be undone… the walls slowly crumbling and falling down as the debris hits your beat up pair of shoes. the time, the dedication, the passion. unlike some, i can find appreciation in being pushed down. the view from below isn’t so bad. afterall, when i have my back to the ground i am handed a view of places that i hope to be someday. we are the fire. we are the beautiful. we are the lonely. we deny destiny because we can do it better ourselves. when others walk…we run. when others sleep… we dream. you can’t tie us down because we won’t sit still. you can’t wake us up because sleep is not a term we are familiar with. most importantly, you can’t stop us from changing the world around us…because we already have. if you are looking for us you won’t find us. people like us can’t be seen or heard. we can only be felt. we live inside of you. we’ve built highways in your veins and homes between your bones. we are the hope. we are the dream. we are the fire.
-alexander michael
