Scarry Night

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

A chilly day in October,
a brisk wind blows,
and I linger by a small bunch of willows.

I stare at the green and sandy yellow leaves
cascading around the sides. 
I marvel at the strong,
hearty trunks. 

I walk by, 
hardly even noticing the girl.
In fact, 
it seems as if no one truly realizes she's there. 
She holds a large stack of papers in her hands,
waiting for at least one to be taken.
Her voice doesn't yell,