Writing

Brazil, the year forgotten. The sun is rising. 

The ocean longs for her beloved moon but she has already gone down. The sun has taken her place and the water finds no comfort in him.

Why does the world pretend to act like nothing bad is happening?

Why does the government, meant to safeguard the people, suddenly make this a monarchy?

I find it stupid that some people think that this is all fine and dandy.

Dear America,

The dictionary definition of democracy is

government by the people

Basically everyone gets a choice

A say

But is this country

Influencing that

In everyday life

• Add a little bit of truth in the mix
• Bury it in cups of sentences
• A pinch of darkness
• Stir in that liter of death, himself
• Teaspoon of loneliness
• Knead together the memories of the last twelve years

He grabs my hand like he did last week—it might even be at the same time if I remembered— and pulls me across the hallway stained with the cafeteria's red sauce that students have been spilling for ages, and into what he calls "our place

I jump in my friend's car.

It's filled basically to the brim.

The area is small and compact.

How did she fit this many people in her tiny car?