i believe in silly things
that all you need is a single voice
that “the opposite of war isn’t peace
it’s creation”.
i believe in the beauty of worn down
docks and wrinkled old women
in the passing of time.
i believe that everyone can start over
and over and over again.
that you will never be the same person
you were yesterday.
i believe in the strange striped cat who
sleeps like a little old chinese man in
the middle of my living room floor.
and that she will probably always know
me better than anyone else.
i believe “the worst thing about having nothing
is having nothing to give.”
and i believe in first loves, and second loves,
and finding all the love in the world. just to give
it all away.
i believe in my tiny hands and my bleeding heart.
most people would tell me they’re not worth much.
but i believe in their power.
yes, i believe in silly things. beautiful, wonderful,

silly things.