I wish that someday,
People will raise their heads,
From their phone screens,
And look up at the fleeting blue sky.

And just marvel at it.
With their eyes.
Not through their instagrams,
Not through their camera lens,
Not through the reflection on their screen.

I wish people would just free themselves,
From social media.
The impulsive need to be on the now,
The relentless need to stalk someone or something.


I wish people would just live for a second,
Without being bowed to a device
That clearly controls
Every aspect of their freedom.

There was thunder and there were black skies.
I was on the roof of my apartment building.
there I was.

It wasn't all that tall. Three stories.
I wasn't sure if that was good enough.
Just before that.
My sister was in the hall.
She was reading I think.
I had just showered. Before the power went out.

The rooms were occasionally lighted by the thunder.
Just for a second. I was lying on my bed.
I didn't wear pants because I couldn't see where the closet was.
It was dark and the power was out.
It still didn't rain.

I heard something splatter.
I get up.
I sit there still of a second.
Minutes.
I lie back down.
I've a terrible headache.
I get up after a while and feel nauseate.

It wasn't something I ate. I look around.
My parents aren't around. It wouldn't matter.
They would be famous soon for all the wrong reasons.

 I think about how funny it'll be if I snort some ibuprofen.
I get up and drink some water.
I walk out to see the sky.

I keeping walking.
I think about how it'll be from the roof.
So I climb up the stairs and I keep going till I reach the top.
I look around and see that the power has come on.
I stand up on my tip toes to have a better view and then I look around.

It's still thundering.
I get up higher on the ledge now.
I think of myself.
My father thinks I am a liability.
I think I am a liability.

He said he doesn't have anything for me.
I have nothing for me either.
I think and I think and then look down.

I see myself lying there yet I'm here.
On the roof. I look down and I see myself lying there
but I'm here on the roof.
I look down and I see myself without life.
My head is open, bright red spilling out.
The rest is white noise. I look down and I'm no longer on the roof.

The rain finality falls.
It dilutes my blood to light pink.
Just the colour I liked when I was small.
The rain carries my blood away from my head.
My family doesn't even know

If not now then when.
The agitation is clear as day.
I clear my throat and say,

"Someday on that special bright blue moon,
Someday when I'm done fooling around,
And finally fall for someone to swoon for"

"Once upon a time in oblivion,
From the blood rimmed wine glasses,
to the sounds of clinking in the air.
To the fireworks in my heart."