Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
Night fast approaching.
Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.
An elegant bird rising destined to fall.
Then a light.
Small yet growing fast.
Then in a second the bird catches.
Burning as bright as the sun.
Is it really so hard to just be nice to people?
Why is it us versus them?
What makes "them" different?
"Worse"
We are all human,
all trying to get through our day.
I reach my limit from time to time.
whether it be at school or at home.
I reach the limit of what my brain can handle.
All of the noise of life becomes too much and I need to take a break.
I need to turn my ears off.
I am a thinker.
I think about big problems in the world and how to fix them.
Like climate change, evolution, the state of humanity as of now.
Comments
What a gorgeous piece. Keep writing
Thank you!
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