They always said so many things
They always showed us so many pictures

The irony of so much more information
Useless viral spirals

What matters
Why is it always the hardest to find?

Hope is such a fantasy
Hope is so amazing
Hope is crushing
Hope is like everything coming to nothing

To become out of touch with reality
Then Nothing coming to Everything
All to a point
“Break, Burn, And End”
She sang
Well
“Heal, Cool, And Begin”
Is what I (don’t) believe
Sad. Wrong word. Poignant. Right word.

Saved by the bell?
Really
Saved by distraction.
Saved by a wrapped silk scarf.
Stained by a white handkerchief.
Shredded by a spotted white handkerchief.

Sensations craved dreaded addictive toxic
Only way to know you’re alive
Nature is corrupted.
Innocence doesn’t exist
In the hearts of the brave.