a smell sweet and bitter

a smell strong and weak

the soil fouren and new

the soil known and old

the pen fragile and boring

the pen mity and moving

to seek answers is to look at another person's view

to understand your own

to every argument a counter argument must be known

you must understand both

to let your ideas travel you must let others ideas too

A long car ride

We sing on the way

We chat

We laugh

I push my dad into the snow

We have a snow ball fight

We sled

We laugh

We get home

We hang up ornaments

We sing

We laugh

It's a beautiful sound expecly when it comes from joy

It's a beautiful day, one of the few

you see someone again someone you never thought you'd ever again see he looks the same exept he just came from a weding aparintly so he's in a suite he still smiles still laughs you see him and let out a yell of pure joy theres a crowd there all crying hugging him so exetited to see him again you are too

you puch past the crowd and hug him your crying he had your back he was 1 of the only teachers you felt had your back after a while of sitting there seeing everyone he leves

you cry talking to a friend who never got to meet him you tell storys but mostly you just cry but its ok there tears of joy

you've never cried tears of joy before

A world were people are accepted

it is beautiful is it not?

a world were gender is simply a word

not a descriptor

were true love is seen as love with concent

were people seek peace

not power

a beautifull world is it not?

so why do we not seek it