There’s always a still, before you take to sleep

When the mind goes blank, and you grasp the lonliness

And you feel the weight of the world, for a moment

And you can feel the collapse, in your lungs

Some call it awareness, others call it stress

Maybe it’s just reality

Reach to the mist

That lingers in the air

Grasp it softly

And let it carry you

How faint the birds chirp, the wind brushed against the grass

My body weak from the walk here, to the hill I expell my stresses

Sitting at the top, looking out to the sea of trees

The birds follow me as I walk, giving me songs to keep my energy

They lower their song to a hum, for they know I enjoy the solitude

How I envy the melody they carry, how natural and gorgeous it is

Looking out with my wishes on my tongue

I speak them to the breeze, so that the wishes may travel

To somewhere else, were they may come true

How I saturate in the flames of chaos, and sit calmly with a cup of tea

How I spit out my vicious blood, and watch it spiral to the abyss

For chaos is real, but so am I

I sat with the devil, over tea and plates of lemon squares, why he must inflict so much pain

So much suffering

He looked at me shocked, and said he was not the cause, for he had been on vacation

I asked for how long

He said the moment God exiled him from Heaven

I asked what he did in Hell then

He said watch re-runs of 227

Is your hate for fat individuals truly so? Or are you merely expelling what hate you have for yourself

Why does their happiness upset you so? Is this because you envy what they have? Or are trying to get?

For I know they are fully aware of themselves, is it really about their health? Or is it just… Sorrow of the self

This nation does not value, our fellow citizens of color, in reality it never has

Denial is quite the dessert for those that are oppressing, but truth is an acid, that burns all materials

This is a nation of wolves, feeding on the meek that have no ways, to combat the rules they force

Be in the party of denial, that is quite okay, just don’t expect respect or decency

For you are as guilty as the oppressor, for you are the problem, not a solution