Writing

Music

Is something

So beautiful

So simple

So sweet

And yet it carries so much power

Of the composer

The band

The conductor

I am not a person

Who gets lost easily.

I don't adapt.

I force my environment

To adapt to ME.

My personality

Is not malleable.

I am a rock

Crashing into water.

I sink

And sink

She wrote until her fingers carved groves in the silence and spoiled the blankness before. Then, she turned to each surface left unwrote and sang. The birch trees wept as she tore back the bark to reveal stories beneath. 

Let freedom ring

a ring we won't get to hear

the ringing of silence that won't come

the world is becoming loud.

soon will start the riots

the protests, the fights,

the deaths.

Thoughts.

Every day the thoughts occur.

They make my mind a complete blur.

I have tried ignoring them.

No such luck.

The sickening thoughts are as green as a buck.

They make me want to yell.

I wish I could ask.

I wish I knew.

I guess not knowing, will just have to do...

For now.

I wish I had the answers.

I wish I could just find out.

But I know I will find the answers.

Without a doubt.