Probability
Math is everywhere
At least so I’m told
And there is a formula for everything so I suppose
The fact that you and I are here
Is just random chance
But I don’t want it to be
Well you see the fact that you and I are both similar and different
And my downfalls are your strides
And the way your height just happens to compliment mine
This can not be chance.
I refuse to accept it.
There is no way that you can plug my existence into a formula
And then know that somehow at an audition almost 5 years ago
We would meet
There is no theorem that dictates that the depressed 8th grader would meet her highschool sweetheart in the halls of her middle school
And still find new things to love.
There is no function that can perfectly describe how his 6’4 stature lines up perfectly with my 5’9
But somehow we do
We balance
Positive he and negative I
We cancel each other out
Math is everywhere but I don’t want to spend time looking at the figures
Or calculating the matrix
Or factoring the polynomial
Or figuring out what the derivative of life truly is
In my mind I see no point in thinking about that
When I could be out living my experiences
Not caring about my chances of anything happening
Because I want to fall
Down
In love
And I want to get up again