In a matter of waking

And when you speak, in long sentences or in short, let them be from the might you've exerted along the way. Let them be shameful or ordinary, but at least claim them as yours, so that perhaps one day our perspectives might meet in some small way, and then I shall sayeth, "Ah ha! I might know what it was like to go through that, for I have fought similarly."

In style or in type, we have many things to write. And many things to think and say. And many things come right this way. They come big and small. They come without call. They come bent on a dare, they come face first to stare. They come try as they might. They come to stir up a fight. They come to distract and misgive. They come to let the world in a little closer.

They come to forbid the rain. They come because no one else dared. They come because they have been tested well. They come because nothing else will do.

They come because they are proud, battle tested and strong. They come because they can save us one second in a million years and know they've done well. They come because we need inspiration. We need friction. We need a match to light up the dark. We need to know ourselves. There is so much and we have this chance to explore.

We have come because we do not long to be soldiers anymore. We come because the space between knowing and forgetting has become so small. We come because we are on the edge of something entirely different. We come because the wind does not any longer hamper our progress.

We come because it just seems right.