You’re choking and there is nobody to help you

You’re falling and the world doesn’t seem to care

You’re struggling to stay on your feet, your feet which seem to be getting nowhere

Your head tells you that you need to get somewhere

 

And somehow you understand me when I say that I feel the same way

 

Bills attack my face and then taxes rip the money in my wallet to shreds

Classes keep my time hostage and watch my mind, waiting until I bleed out

Relationships scratch at my skin, constantly pulling and scabbing

I am reminded of how far I can fall and how delicate we all are

 

And somehow I understand that maybe you and I are similar

 

You pick up a pencil. I pick up a pen.

I write and write and write as a waterfall of emotions rush out

They transform into words and characters on a piece of paper

The letters carry the moments that make up my being

A steady stream flows towards a larger body of water as my pencil goes in every direction

 

In an unknown location, you use your pencil to unravel your own river of tears

Your river of doubts, of hopes, of joys, of experiences

Unravels and spreads, rushing into an open ocean

 

And your river meets my stream

 

They probably don’t touch. They probably don’t acknowledge each other.

But even though they carry their own separate significance

They speak the same language

 

And somehow I understand why we both write