Thursday, February 14, 2008
politics is a graveyard for words
the oak barrels are turning into fire. all the guns are piled in the forest. cars are killing people. stick figure trees are exploding themselves into houses. my glasses can't see without me. the television keeps trying to tell me i shouldn't try anything. it wants me to think everything is dying and nothing is living. there are people pretending to be politicians who are great at speaking in half truths, and saying things they don't mean. but it's okay because i have figured it out. i am still sitting in the afternoon sun. i am still laughing at jokes. i am still figuring out how to love. and i am getting better at being nice.