It takes a lifetime of depression and desperation for someone to give a ****. It takes a broken home and broken hearts and broken spirits. It takes a teenager years to get over their parents divorce. A manmade canyon in the ground of the tears of broken kids and Despair.
How much blood does it take to start a forest fire?
It takes blades upon blades being dragged against pale skin. It takes the bandaids used to patch the severed hearts from bleeding. It takes the whites of eyes turning to red from the cries of help but all you get is ignored. It takes pain. Irritation. Anger.
How much skin does it take to cover a desert? It takes the skins of buried kids who have laid to rest under 6 feet of soil. It takes the skins you were born with and cut off because you donβt like the way it looks. Cell on cell of skin. Every grain of sand in the desert is different like the swirls on our fingertips.
How much breath does it take to start a breeze? You huff, and puff, and blow this place down but the only thing thats crumbling is your hopes and dreams.
Mother nature doesnβt comfort us at all. She created the elements of life and death and sadness. Just in disguise from our own minds. A trick. We fell for it.