Somehow, I pull the words out of my mouth like the colorful scarves inside the sleeve of an amateur magician

And we are both trying so hard

To save our best magic trick to use on ourselves

So that everyone can stop asking so much of us

Such constant noise and one day we will show them how you can spend the day prophesizing yourself into the sky

So that finally there is a wash of shhhh over the crowd as the clouds clear for constellations to take center stage

And now they are the ones spilling and overflowing with all of their stagnant connections

There is so much to be gained just by looking at them

And the same by looking at us

Trying our best

Reminding ourselves that even if we don’t have all the answers

we will always have an abundance of possible solutions

We are the people that connect the dots and give meaning to nothing and it’s time that I start piecing together the stars that once belonged in my brain,

Look up at the aurora borealis

I was never fooling anyone

These colors are exactly what they appear to be