There is truth and it is on our side.

Darkness loses in the end.

Death loses in the end.

This is the thing I believe, the thing I keep tucked in my heart hidden in a small locked box.

Oh, I know this thing. I breathe.

Oh, I know this must be true. I breathe.

It is hard, it is hard, but I love mine so. Let them be forever.

Then there are the whispers, the ones who hate me.

"Please let this be true?" I question. I wonder. I hope. I think and then hate thinking, and force it to get consumed by the truth I know because

If it is not,

I cannot bare watching. I cannot be witness to the end of you or the end of me.

My sister, you are loved.
I will remember playing with imaginary bridges, and the bridge from me to you is real and always.

Whoever you are to me, you are more precious than the rest of this world.

The swings,
the way you let me read the things I felt to you-- confused. Confused, but trying to move your hand on my hand. Trying to make me feel better and questioning what it was that made me breathe so hard, and made tears come to my eyes when you could see in front of you without being blinded by the sorrow of everything before and after you.

I was so happy, you were happy. I had joy for you, because I knew that you didn't know the truth of what I knew. The very short time we have, the very cruel and the very beautiful.

You love the sun on your body (and I love it on mine).

You inhale with everything and you don't take it all in. I am jealous of your light heart.

The truth is on our side, love. We are invincible today. You will get it all, and I would give it all to you. I will fight for the truth to be real to me.

Light wins in the end.

Life wins in the end.