Hello from the future

It’s two hundred thousand years later And I think about you Where you roamed, what you saw, what you felt How you lived. I look at my hands, and notice that they’re so pristine. Yours must have been bruised, and maybe the lines that run across your palms were darker. Hello from the future. We’re

To rise

To have been a fearful person who’s holding on to a tilting sail amid a treacherous storm And to learn to smile and find the will to heal Brings in great amount of confidence, and a reassured feeling That you will rise and own what it is to be, in your destiny.