I want everything to be still;
I want wars a thousand miles away
To stop causing explosions and children’s screams.
I want movies being filmed as I speak
To just disappear and never be made.
I want all the butterflies to die,
So they won’t cause any more hurricanes
To pull me away from the words on the page.
I want all to be silent, motionless, and calm,
So I may sit here and grow old with my book.
I will sit here reading and rereading the simple lines,
Until vines grow over me and hide me from the world,
Until time stops caring whether or not I die,
Until I turn to stone, a monument to myself,
And even then, I won’t put down the book,
Until I know the meaning behind every word.
The ones I disagree with
The ones that I love
And even the ones that make no sense at all.

Then I’ll be content,
Being forgotten by everyone
And everything