“ And I will myself to hold back the tears and draw into myself…”

How many people have felt like this

We should form an army.

The people who realize there’s so much more

To life

Than the constant quest

For political power

Snow

What can I say about it?

It bothers me.

Just like the opinions of mindless idiots

Who actually enjoy being spoiled.

Even though they can’t help it.

They pelt me like the snow I hate.

I hate it for being so naïve and not

NOTICING

How much I dislike it.

And for not being more aware

I can’t take this heartbreak

This earthquake of emotions

Obsessed with heartache

Dreams to write on.

Pillows filled with thoughts

Why can’t it be some big joke?

Strobe for mercy, creativity

To let go of me.