We rode the train across the country- just your hand in mine. We drank coffee and fell asleep on shoulders- uncomfortably comfortable. We watched the sunsets through glass windows huddled up together under blankets. We read books and quietly fell in love with fictional characters who reminded us of better versions of us. We smiled a lot and slept so little because for once our reality was better than our dreams.
"Through thick and thin." You said as we passed by the great Rocky Mountains. "Forever and always." I said as we kissed at the station in New York.
There are words to bring life Setting a world into motion Words to cause death Spoken in anger and violence Words that are wasted Like drops in the ocean Words that are absent Unspoken and silent
The song swells in a crescendo Soaring to heights unreached by any soul before Calling forth from the farthest depths of my heart Emotions unexplored by centuries of human war
Lately I've been wondering If the truth is really worth it If my curiosity really paid off
Was it better to be innocent Or to be informed?
But I've realized something:
No matter what I find out Wether knowing was really worth it in the end I still try to find out
Even knowing That my curiosity has revealed Things I didn't always like I still find myself Snooping and digging around Again and again Success or failure Answer or only uncertainty I keep finding myself trying again
Because my curiosity Is instinctual And for better or worse I can only be A curious little cat