C-L-S

I hear the tick of a clock letting me know every second I am wasting as I scroll through my phone,

the slide of my finger against the screen,

the tap of my thumb as I message someone back,

artificial noise.

Some where there is a child jumping in new puddles,

playing in the soft mud of the Earth,

full of joy.

Some where a child picks springs new dandelions,

blowing on the fluffy seeds to make wishes.

Pledge your life to liberty and justice,

raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,

who are you protecting though?

I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,

children,

I want to make someone happy that destroyed my soul,

I want to make them feel,

they deserve to be happy,

and not think the entire world is against them,

because I'm not.

They broke me,

I don't understand why "ghosting" is so normalized. 

What happened to communication? 

I need to create something that tears your soul open,

I want to write words so meaningful that it digs into the tiny corners of your heart that can't be found by anything else.