Young minds too innocent to grasp the fear
the anger
the absolute filth of the world
around them.
Limp limbs
lying cold and airless
too empty to grasp the fear
the anger
the absolute filth of the world
around them.
Ruled by hatred and starvation of power
in the name of a deity unknown
unavailable
nonexistent
we spill tears and blood.
We have all become too empty to grasp the fear
the anger
the absolute filth of the world
around us.
It’s terrifyingly comforting how the music from an ice cream truck can sound so haunting on a humid Summer day when all else is silent but my racing mind.
Everything slows down in the silence and makes me feel like I should be moving, doing, working. So I tell myself, yet again, that this is my time to rest, to stop, to breathe. And just when I’ve convinced myself that it’s okay to not do anything more than breathe I’ve already begun working again. While my mind is distracted, my body moves and works harder than ever before. I know not how to slow down. I know not how to just breathe…
