M. Hank

I have never been quite sure if books were truly just words on paper, the ideas of authors who are just ordinary people or if they are magic incarnate.  

Because they have never, ever just been words on paper to me. 

She walked out of her classroom, eyes scanning the walls. 

The desks, the hallways, the music room, the library. 

To some, these are just rooms or furniture. 

To her, they are everything. 

I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.

Little did I know, that would later come true. 

It’s not quite what I imagined though.

I did not imagine a government that was poisoned with hatred.

I do not understand how some people choose to live in ignorance of the world around them

Ignorance is not bliss

It is deciding that you do not care to know about the struggles of others

Black and white

The conflict the world can't seem to get over

Why can't we all just be people?

This is no difficult task, to accept others

The sky is not falling

Chicken Little went home

I wish this corrupted land was not my home

The politicians flew too close to the sun

I have now learned how a cheeto can run

The sky is falling