Peace is when the world screams of shared laughter,
When it wails in pain,
When it heralds its own salvation,
And all that I'd ever choose in this moment is what would matter,
To be in your arms, to sit on a made-up chair and watch you eat an entire table

Joy is when the world burns itself once more,
When it cries for help,
When it revels in gore,
And all that I'd ever choose in our brief moment is to selfishly spend time with you more

Love could have been many things,
Love was many things,
Love is many things,
Love is
Love.

I might just be in love.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Mayan, in the year 932 AF.