Sometimes I wish I could get a postcard from my grandparents' as kids.

It could say anything, really.
Just to know that they had the time to sit down and write it
to slow down.
For once, everything needs to slow down
They had five children
at 18
Well I guess they still do...
But there will only ever be four grandchildren
We're shrinking through the ranks
slowly dying out
we won't even exist once the youngest uncle dies.
it's as if they ran too fast, so now we're walking..
scared of who could be behind every tree
scared to fall, grating knees against concrete

that's exactly it

falling into with a


we're running in circles, too busy still trying to figure each other out

if we can't stand each other, there's no room for anything else
what happens when blood can barely tolerate itself,