under the magnolia

that one day you'll see us

you want to know something?

humans have sent out messages from this earth to seemingly endless space around us saying,

"who are you?"

"where are you?"

and suddenly i feel so small,

so human,

that it hurts.

movies will show us sending out threats, messages of anger and fear

and i feel as if that's more accurate,

because there is no way we are welcoming, oh no.

how do we give up little, so pure, parts of ourselves,

whale songs,

the sounds of footsteps,

of laughter,

of kisses,

brainwaves of what it's like to fall in love,

drawings of humans holding hands,

up, up

and away

into the stars,

and turn around and hate our own kind?

the fact that one day you'll see us, us as we like to see ourselves,

and believe it,

scares me more than anything.