The breeze isn't cool
The breeze is now cutting
It stings like a bee
It slices like a knife

This love isn't pure anymore
It's uncracked eggshells
Oysters that never opened
Expired dairy products

The air isn't filling anymore
There's no clarity
Just beautiful sunsets because of carbon emissions
And oceans full of waste

Friendship isn't real anymore
There's Facebook and Twitter and Instagram
I may have over 1,000 friends
I may have less than 5

Nothing is comprehensible anymore
There's only confusion and anguish
Scribbled notes and blurry polaroids
It's hopeless