Growing

You know we're growing. You bet we are. We're feeling more and thinking less. We're forgetting the word impossible and learning to fly again. We are falling. We are breaking our wings in the fall and rushing to take flight once more before they are truly mended. We are strong. We are invincible. But we are also fragile.

Our bodies can't hurt us anymore, but our hearts are so easily broken. And we go on. Even as we bleed and writhe in the pain of our heartbreak we aren't stopping. And dancing in the rain no longer makes us ill, but heals us. We bleed no longer from our bodies, but our souls.
And when we break down, laughter is our best mechanic. We're kissing too deep, we're hugging too long and squeezing too tight. Perhaps we need it more than we used to.

We're shrinking away from the truth, but we're still going after it. We're more jealous for ourselves, but no longer for our people. We separate them more from us now than we did before. They are no longer an extension of us, but, now that we could kill for them, we would.

We make mistakes. We make things right. We are young. We are reckless. We aren't wise, but we're getting there. The world is ours for the taking. For the making of the breaking. For the loving or the hating. We don't know where we're headed, but we're doing our best. We are living in excess. We are living in fast forward. We are learning. We are teaching. We are changing. We are making a stand because we can and we're worth it. We may riot, rebel. We don't like the system, but oh, how we understand it!
We are redefining what we know, throwing in what is and isn't. What we're not certain of. All that was, and all that can be. Appearance is worthless, the individual is important, our future is a Hail Mary pass, and love...

Love is everything.

We're growing, all right. You bet we are.