Scarry Night

Many times,
I have taken a look 
out of my living room window. 
Just a simple glance.
And what I keep seeing,
keep watching,
is the snow.
The white spots of
winter,
of cold,
that dot the sky.

A few weeks ago,
I stared at a book,
simply the cover of it,
no writing,
no words,
no stories. 
And
I thought to myself,
do I really want to read this?
I told myself that this book 
was known to be amazing,

I am reading my book, 
in a flowered rocking chair,
a vast world around me.
And that's when I see it.
Pink,
in a blue sky.
A constantly blue sky.
Perhaps it was taken from the other colors.

You only get one vote.
You only get one counted opinion.
You can rant and try to make people believe whatever,
but in the end, 
every person gets one chance.
One chance to have a definite say in this election.

As I lay in the grass,
I can hear everything.
Everything that lives,
everything that breathes,
everything that doesn't. 
I stare up at the blue,
blue sky,
and after a while,
I wonder.
What if the sky 

Our world is huge.
Massive.
It holds billions of people,
billions of lives,
that are being lived every single second
of every 
single 
day. 
We may not know it,
but there are people