another conversation, entirely

you, like every soul before and after, belive your story is unique. your burden is too much. your triumph, overwhelming. your sorrow is the first, the worst. no one has felt the feelings you feel. yesterday's loss will be the death of you. and tomorrow your heart will burst for love. today you do not know.

these are lies.

understand, you are a story of many mediums. you will never know a weight like a cross. you will never see greatness. you can never know what it is to hurt. yesterday, you were nothing. tomorrow you will be that much less. today you are alone, but only when you so say.

this is truth

it is in the whole of humanity that we can see the extremes.
the individual is not.
it
simply
is
not.
you see, we really do need each other.

despite the holes in our chests,
the fire in our veins,
the blood on our hands,
you and i will never, ever really live to be.

you and i will always be alone, but we can be together.
you and i will never feel, but together we can love.
you and i will never be, but in love we are more.

when the weight in your bones would bend your back,
remember the broken.
when the love in your chest would stretch your seams,
remember the torn.
when the hole in your heart would wear your substance,
remember the consumed.
when the life in your days would kill you,
remember the living.

in all things, beautiful and terrible, I whisper softly:
"this too, shall pass."
and in our lives, beautiful and terrible, we cry out with the chorus:
"this shall last forever."