
Here’s to the words left unsaid
Here’s to the secrets revealed
May they someday meet in the middle
and we shall know everything.
Here’s to the memories lost
Here’s to the flawed perceptions
A delicate balance of mistakes and kindness
And we shall want everything
Here’s to the things we did
Here’s to the things we do
Here’s to the edits, the insecurity,
The stories that we tell
Here’s to the absurdity
Here’s to the impossible
Here’s to the distance that makes us braver
Here’s to the distance we use as excuses
The reality that we care too much about
And the world that we need to live in
Here’s to money
And no money
And small bedrooms and
Elegant rooms
And messy rooms
Here’s to age
And bodies
And minds
At constant war
Here’s to the slip of the tongue
And letting it be
Not taking it back.
And regret, and cruelty, and
The incomprehensible stubbornness
And negotiating the flaws
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