Elucidating Questions

I want to go somewhere I can stay

I don’t want to fill the seconds alone with writing how it feels anymore

I want to be free.

I don’t want the forests to be in fire anymore.

I don’t want people to be in pain.

There’s so much to do, but I can’t get unstuck.

There needs to be change but I have no voice to speak with.

Writing thousands upon thousands of meaningless words.

This is much the same as every essay I’ve ever written.

Sent out,

No consequence.

I don’t know why I have to see them everywhere.

I don’t want to see them either.

Not unless it’s actually them.

I don’t want anymore signs or things that light up the moment only to have reality crash in.

Momentarily distracted by a butterfly

Doesn’t change that the butterfly isn’t here for me.