writerfromva

Half winter, half spring. 
It's like the seasons were cut in half 
Severed at its ends 
Last year, winter 
was freezing cold. 
Like how it 
should be. 
This year, it's 

Give me something to wish for

Hhhf—

Something to wish for.

I go about every day of my life

Like there's nothing to look forward to

Because there's no end

To my misery

What is democracy to you?

Is it a flag of red, white, and blue waving in the air on the back of your pickup truck while complaining to the administrators that immigrants are "infiltrating" your kid's school?