We cling, to memories so dear. To pain so deep. We cling to feel. The friendships so joyful, the past that cut us into a thousand pieces, the hope that may never be.
We cling, so we can learn from each moment. No matter how vague, no matter how defined.
We cling, so we prove to ourselves we are able, or able to. Even if it disables us.
We cling, and we do it again a million and one times, because clinging makes us human, for some, humane. Even if others look down at us, judge us, think low of us, we still cling.
We cling to our faith, no matter how strong or fragile. We cling to gain the gaze of people we want near.
We cling to our assumptions, and when proven otherwise, we cling to new sets of theories.
This is us.
We aspire, we desire.
We wish, we expect.
That’s why we cling.