We're all just a bunch of people holding each other like we were pomegranates.

We want so desperately to know each other, to taste, to see, and to feel one another. But we are terrified of getting a stain on us. We know that if we try diving in we might get messy. We might get really messy.

And we might get hurt.
And we might lose something.

But have you tasted a pomegranate?
They're delicious.

I love pomegranates, and I want to love people like I was a little kid who wasn't afraid of getting messy.

And I want people around me to love me that way too. Because I know I'm worth it.

You, all of you reading this, you are worth it.

I will stain you, and you will stain me, and together we can go through this life all with all our shirts dyed red from each others messes.

I'd rather walk hand in hand with my closets friends knowing I didn't hold back, than to have a clean shirt.

Pomegranates are in season.
I want to get to know you.
I want you to know me.

So please open me up.
I want to be known.
And I want to know you.

Ivy grows on my walls,
it over takes my body,
it reaches deep into my throat,
and coats the walls of my lungs.

my feet turn into dirt,
my bones into sand,
water comes from my ears, 
and my heart explodes.

all that i am is decaying away,
everything I've held falls,
I am laying in a pool of myself,
what do I have that I can hold onto?

I am a pool of water unmoved,
I am the stale air that sits in a cave,
I am a rock that sits under a rock
that is covered by a bolder that is covered with dirt.

I am unseen, unknown, and unwanted.
I have no purpose.

unless someone jumps in.
unless someone climbs into me and breaths me in.
unless I am dug up and uncovered.
unless I am found.

when I am found,
and when I am held.
I will be to you as gold,
as silver.
I will be diamonds.
more loyal than a dog.
and more loving than a flower.

when I am found,
someday.
I will be ready for you
I will have value,
to you.

and when I find you and I will.
you
I can hold you.

we will run through the halls of life,
your hand in mine
not looking back and also not forgetting it,
and when we come to the end of ourselves 
we will burst through those curtains take our final bow,
and together we will turn into dust
into ashes
into dirt