Photos adorn the dresser and a faded dress hangs on a closet door. A pair of well worn sandals collect dust beside the bed. Music plays from an old radio as the images of ghost dance through the living room. The kitchen sits empty and unused. Pots and pans no longer rattle and clang together and there is no laughter anymore. Tears now stain my pillow where the scent of your perfume was before. They say that you get better as time goes by, but I will be loving your memory until the day that I die.

When our lives diverge and we must go our own way. Let not sorrow find our hearts. Though miles separate us, and different dreams call us to walk a different path, let us always keep memories safe inside of ourselves. When the light of our own path shines dim, and we consider if we have made the right choice. Remember that we are still friends in the closest since of the word and that not even death can break our bonds. So until we meet again, I bid you a fond journey, as you walk your own way and I settle into my place. Let good fortune smile on us both, until that day we both again as true friends embrace.

Let me live as I see fit as long as I do not deprive you of what you believe. Care about what happens to me, even if we do not always agree. Remember that we are all humans and children of humanity. Even if we live separate lives, at let us live in peace. Do not oppress me and I will not learn to hate you. Do not impose what you believe on me and I will try not to preach to you. Perhaps if we can do these things, then we can begin to see, that we are not different after then maybe you can abide with me.

Sometimes I just have to admit it.
Things are happening and I don’t get it.
What the hell is going on here?
Is an explanation from anyone near?
It makes a kind of sense, if you squint
But soon it caroms off on another bent.
I mean, it’s all in my native language, true,
But so much of it feels like visiting a zoo.

My life can turn into a monkey house
And without a decent kind of warning
And suddenly I’m dealing with issues
That weren’t there in the morning.
Some batch of politicians on the right
Are busily trying to steal my serenity
And maybe even trying to imprison me
And at least take away my dignity.

They say they are doing all of this
In the name of holy Jesus Christ
But it still works as a ripping off,
And an indecent but legal heist.
I may not be an attorney myself
But I was also not born last Tuesday.
These rotten scalawags in suits
Are trying to take my rights away.

It makes a kind of sense, if you squint
But soon it caroms off on another bent.
I mean, it’s all in my native language, true,
But so much of it feels like visiting a zoo.

It always amazes me that these jerks
Somehow manage to sleep at night
Because it’s plain enough to see
That what they do really isn’t right.
For example, for two hundred years
It was legal here to own negroes.
But that it was an sickening atrocity
Was as plain as their white nose.

But they held cotillions and soirees
And treated slaves like breeding stock
And sold off the black babies which
Seemed to happen around the clock
Because it made sense to these Christians
To ignore everything that Jesus said
And treat these people barbarically
From their birth until they were dead.

Sometimes I just have to admit it.
Things are happening and I don’t get it.
What the hell is going on here?
Is an explanation from anyone near?

There are plenty of modern references
Like treating immigrants as villains
When every white person in the USA
Were immigrants, most of them willing.
But rich people here are so upset
That these people are not the right kind
And that gives the rich white people
An excuse for them to be rude and unkind.

I could go on and on with this complaint
For pages and chapters without end.
I’m still waiting for someone to tell me
“Enough! We conservatives agree and say 'When!'”

The internet is down and wifi doesn't work. My phones battery died 10 seconds before I left work. I can't snap chat what I am about to eat. I am panicking because I can't read my tweets. The lights just went out and I am sitting in the dark, what did people do when they were miles apart? I feel so unconnected, it just isn't fair. If I don't post on Pinterest will anyone even care. There is no TV to watch, not even the Vine's. How can I now pass the time? It feels like torture, please let it end. Oh only if I could get on face book again. Thus is the state of the modern world you see. We have created this mess in our society. So when reality finally comes to call, just sit back and quietly laugh as you watch the snowflakes fall apart.

We walk around in the illusion of control, like Ants in a farm. Round and round we revolve on a Merry Go Round of fantasy. Each of us secure in the fact that we can decide to make changes at will. All the while, the earth turns and the wind blows and with one tiny change in direction a cool breeze becomes a Tornado or a tropical wind becomes a Hurricane and like Ants we scramble to save what we think is precious to us, yet we are simply swept away in the tide of confusion as our delusional bubble is burst. Confounded, we grasp at the straws of reality and in an abrupt instances, we realize that we are truly masters of nothing.

Inspiration strikes a sadness in my mind
Lightening fires of truth so bright I go blind
Wide awake yet dreaming of another time
Another place where things used to be fine
But in the back of my mind, where that inspiration strikes, I feel alive and alone in the sadness that overwhelms me at times, surrounded by the dream floating behind my eyes uncontrollably, bouncing off my mind getting ideas of time and space and distances between two places, satisfaction and depression, a thin line rests between my eyes, like a target, the bullseye is my soul and it's slowly disintegrating with every shot, look and insult fired my direction.
I'm losing control.
And my dreams are gaining ground, taking over and my reality is lost in the background.
My soul can no longer hear a sound.
I think I've died.
I've tried to come back around, telling myself it'll be alright.
But I lied.