Gone
Never to be seen again
Never to be noticed
or used
or heard
As if it never existed, never to exist again
But from the vast emptiness
Comes creativity, ideas, LIFE
New things
that never would have existed
Unless something was deleted,
Unless something was CHANGED

What would we do
Without the screens
that we are constantly glued to
What would we do
Without the recognition
that we get from social media
What would we do
Without the network
of lies that we rely on
to comfort us when we're down
What would we do
Without the platforms
that we use to edit our lives
to make it look better
to cover up the darkness
and shine as bright as we can
even if the darkness will only grow
when we ignore it

Bird song
Rain song
Wind song
Snow song
High notes
Low notes
Whole notes
Half notes
Chirping, dripping, howling, silence
a Nature song

Line upon line,
Curve after curve,
Layering elements
of art over another,
Inflicting feelings
making people think one way or another
"It's so creative" "It doesn't make any sense"
it doesn't have to because
It's art

Secrets are for best friends, silver and gold
Secrets are for journals, ink and lead
Secrets are for those who listen
Secrets are to be told,
but still kept

Something new
a thought, a word, a thing
Something different
unusual, strange, out of the ordinary
Something quiet
a secret, a surprise, private
Something

A light, bright, white moon
A lonely, far away world
A whisper of a dream to come
Changing, moving, flying
The spotlight of the night