Writing

I'm wearing the same dress I wore last year, on an evening that felt like moonlight even though the sky was still a milky purple-blue by the time we left, arms linked, laughter spilling over each other and turning the air fragrant, because back th

The aliens saw Earth and left.

With my one and only life,

I plan to think and dream,

no matter if my ideas are rife,

no matter how extreme.

I’ll climb the highest mountain,

figurative or real.

My dreams, I‘ll keep on countin’,

If I can walk through the rain,

I can run in the sun,

even when it feels like the downpour

will never stop.

Because even if it doesn’t for a long time,

umbrellas will be offered

from hands I love to hold

Come together

Offer help

Manage their sorrows

Monitor their emotions

Use kindness,

Not hate

If you fall,

They will be there to catch

You

If their expressions carved in stone

could move once again,

their expressions would remain stony.

The dysfunction

we allow to continue functioning

Their gardens,

now flowering with pollution