Amelia_v

Holding onto my hat as firmly as I could with one free hand,
I looked out of over the sea.
The waves were crashing sending salty mist over me.
I have always loved the ocean best on windy days.
When the waves are three times bigger,

Why are people gushing over the past,
Over the vintage clothes,
Trying new hairstyles and going shopping every day?
Why are people not changing their lives to help the planet?
Sometimes it seems that climate change

Dreams are things we cling to.

Building a future,

Probably better then possible.

We create the idea that we want to be famous and beloved.

Even though we know that deep down,

I am making a fire made of words.

I am letting that anger waft into the night.

I am screaming that fear into the warmth.

I am crying that loneliness into the smoke.

I am punching the air as if it were my enemy.

Cotton candy feeling.

Stumbling words,

And a racing heart.

Hot cheeks,

And nervus hands.

Thinking mind,

And a dreamy gaze.

Aching heart,

And clinging seconds.

All sums up to you.