The scent on the air is a promise well kept

I knew this would happen but I was in doubt

The brakes were hit on too fast

Jammed

burned

and you can smell it too, I know that

Air-conditioning takes us away

sweeps us off our feet

Sitting in our tiny seats

This high up I begin to wonder

Why take another step back down?

Why prepare for what I don’t know?

Why trust only that there is trust,

why trust only to trust?

My head was weighed down,

my throat hurts some

what of all the smoke

All the burning

There’s soot on the window,

maybe ash in the air

There’s smoke in the wind,

I try not to breathe.

My teeth creak of all the dust caught between them

Then there were flames

said voice to my heart

is it the snowfall?

is it the grey morning?

is it the rain?

is it the sky angled?

is it the world turning under my feet?

Is it the oceans?

Is it the princess that doesn't sleep?

Is it the roses?

Said voice to my heart

is it the frozen night?

is it the loss?

is it the living?

Wrote hand in my heart

It is the light in your fingertips

It is the life in your hands

Held hand for my hand.

swiftly, silently

as expected

Realization comes along, grabs me by the elbow

I'm pulled away from where I'm going and I try to catch up,

half walking, half running, half laughing, half falling

This is where we're going.

I'm pulled in another way of going

Here is where we're headed

We could braid our hair together

We could align our spines

We could stand taller than each other

We should really get a few steps to lead up to this stage

Let's build the stage to stand on

Let's turn the lights in our direction

Let's build the instrument we want to play

Let's practice the voices we want to hear

Storm strikes in the early morning

The birds now quiet, the earth silent in a breath,

waiting

wait

Wait,

I once beckoned you to wait

I once was unsure of your strength, mistaking what I saw for what was

Let's not wait

Here is where we're going

You won't be up on my wall

I won't wait for another moment

I won't stand tired in my steps

I won't run down, I won't run down that street that craves wrath to burn a fire

Here is where we're going

This is what we are

for today, whenever

the stairs I walk

What I fear the most, stares

I keep taking step after step and I see the jesters have arrived

My family is waiting, waiting, watching, waiting

Is that daughter ever to arrive?

A sigh in the rooms flooded with light suggests that there are different times making their way up the courtyard

There are long nails slipping over the keyboard and what I really fear the most are stares

I keep skipping step after step and the jesters arrived I can't but look away,

cheeks red like the mock-cheeks on their white faces

I walk up the stairs, I hang on to the rail

I am up on the roof and the sky is blue with clouds small and white and fearless and cheerful

but this is too high up for me, I have agreed to climb too high up

I lie down, press myself against the gravel

When did I agree, did I agree

There's a sigh in the sunlit beauty of daytime and it is now suggested that agreeing to these heights are not supposed to be taken easily

This is not something to play around with

This is not something to laugh at

I am not the jester

I am not the sister

I am not the man of the house

I am not the man of this house

I am not the maiden, cried

These stairs are not there for my despair

These stairs are not here for my steps

I never

not even once

I didn't think I could turn

The only way is up that way

The only way is against the tide

The only way is those stairs

The jesters have arrived.

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