when we’re afraid
A work created by a daydreaming, philosophizing poet.

It’s a lovely time when it is warm outside. it warms our hearts, and we feel like singing. there is a texture about warm air. it oppresses sound; we cannot sing, blessed with the extraordinary torturous talent of understanding. have you ever been brought to your knees?
the word “no,” out of context, means nothing at all. a denial, a rejection, a casual refusal, said many times a day. for even when we do not vocalize, voice “no” into the still, warm air, inside we are constantly saying “no” to our worst impulses and our darkest temptations. we are saying “no” on our knees before some devil. it is said that in space, no one can hear you scream. why is it assumed you’d be screaming?
we smile when we’re afraid. we sing when we’re lonely. we laugh at what scares us, and we joke about what troubles us. the torturous power of understanding prompts us to stand in the oppressive air. somehow, i think we’d sing in space, too. we all understand how the world works. so why are we so afraid?