ninestars

10.

Trapped in fishing nets, 

Tangled in wire and desperation. 

Lungs fill with the same water needed to live.

Please help.

A day as grey as

the clouds above it

And the hills, which have changed from green to orange to purple to a deepest blue in the fading light

with a few bursts of yellow from the beech trees, holding on in their marcescence

My virtual home

where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography

where I can be loved by other people like me

where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought

This is when all my thoughts merge

into one big cloud

chasing me everywhere

demanding things

this is when I answer

when I walk home

when I contemplate reality

life

existence in general

Charcoal 

is our preferred method 

with which to sketch our days 

thick, dark swaths of pigment 

that smear and make their mark 

unapologetically