I’m so trapped between 

We can pull this together

And let it burn

So close to choosing either

My heart it wants to place to be the paradise it is

But my mind is so angry

And is so angry that people keep demanding more out of me

I wish I could scream on the outside

Just wail

This place is so disappointing

Everything is so beautiful and so hideous

And the hideousness doesn’t make the beauty more apparent

It consumes it and turns it into toxic waste

This is not a matter of yin and yang

This isn’t a matter of balance

The sickness of this place so far outstrips the beauty

Beauty doesn’t need the hideousness to exist

But the hideousness needs the beauty

So it can pretend to lul people into a feeling of safety amongst it

I wish my soul could speak to these humans

As it speaks to these great beings

I wish there was a stage to stand on

And have people listen

That we’re all people

And that it’s all our responsibility to take care of this planet

And taking care of this planet includes taking care of all her babies

This great silent Mother

Upon her grows so many things

If we have the wherewithal to know to care

We should care for everything we can

We are different, are we not?

From her other creatures

The butterfly doesn’t care that it’s 2pm

The crow doesn’t mind the traffic

The flower doesn’t care that there’s pavement there

We decided to exist in a different world than them instead of embracing the world and learning to live with her

Should we not?

I can’t think of a reason not to care for everything

I can’t imagine enjoying their suffering

Everyone is happy with their roles

They’ll all be joining me in poverty soon

They’ll never remember I told them so

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