Writing

“Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” This is what is stated in the Constitution that every human being deserves — and yet not all of them have obtained it.

Pain. Burning, hot, searing. Invading like a species from two countries away, determined to bring its roots down into the soil of my muscles and live off of my anguish as if it's a parasite.

I am one…

I am one with the land.

I am one with the sea.

I am one with the animals.

I am one with the trees.

I go through weeks like I do sheets of paper, or hair ties, or poems. 

I use them all up but I can't remember what I wrote. 

Years are like that too. Someone asks what I did last Monday 

Words slip through my fingertips

every so often.

Experiences in foreign countries,

meeting new people, and even falling in love—

all boiled into delusion.

They tell me their stories

All the fun here and there

They tell me their lessons

What they chose to hear

They tell me their worries