Fifty Two

Life would be so much easier
for one thing
if we were in a war.

If tomorrow was the day you'd slip off the face of the earth. Run in front of a killing spell and die for the one you love.

there. now you know. now everyone knows.

And everyone appreciated life. Everyone could see life as a fragile, temporary blessing that shouldn't be wasted with headaches and heartaches and fighting and childish disagreements. If everyone could just chip in, and be appreciated for doing whatever it is they're doing solely for the fact that hey, at least we're all trying. And make it stop being about how you play the game, but the fact that you got up from the benches at all.