I think that we all need to stop and look around. Look at ourselves. Our lives. Get our priorities straight, and breathe. Just take a look around. A concrete city, a barren wasteland. Love is taken for granted. Lust is mistaken for love. And greed is all around us. It fuels us. We breathe the air it saturates. It intoxicates us. Ambition is now back-stabbing. Simple hellos are not spoken. Hugs are illegal. Take a stand, look around. A barren wasteland, smoke, ash. Beautiful miracles are cursed. Cities are burned, wars fought. Friendship means nothing. We need to stop. Look around. Breathe. Turn our faces towards the sky, not just to our goals and schedules. Just breathe, be thankful. Love the right way. And take time out to fight for what is right. There’s a genocide in Africa, but our attention is on our own country? Our war that’s not necessary to fight? Blindness is an epidemic. It’s contagious, steer clear. Open your eyes, look around. Taste the rain. Love others, help others. Today it’s a wasteland. Desperation. Tomorrow it’s a single rose bud springing up out of the concrete. Hope.
I wrote! :O Baahha, wait I do that a lot. It's not better than mah bby nicoles, or Arths? Is that right? But okie doke :D ----- im not desperate im not hopeless, either (not waiting for every message,) for every perfectly delivered line
for every snow bound kiss every starry night to end like this emptied plastic champagne cups with the smell of the bubbly on your breath the air around us calls my name every pore tingles, aches, longs
for a passage out of this town your arms around me warm me for now, just you wait until im california bound
dreaming under the stars-- they t(wink)le. your eyelashes brush mine butterfly kiss butterflies invade my stomach still; the recklessness remains