white paint,
popcorn ceiling,
still air,
bad feelings.
distant voices,
dusty covers.
rusty bunk-bed,
rediscover.
frayed carpet,
squeaky door,
flickering light,
creaking floor.
broken mirror,
blurred face,
wrinkled skin,
out of place.
unfamiliar,
forever changing.
always due -
the bill of aging.
the ceiling
is knockdown.
unlike the popcorn
i stared at in my
youth.
although,
it feels
just the same
when the air is
still and quiet.
the bed
is queen.
so there’s room
for the two of
us.
still,
the silence
mocks me
when my hand slips
in my jeans.
the ceiling
is knocked down.
the sky was
so nice to
see.
pity,
the cage
left in the wake
won’t seem to
set me free.
ive spent so much time
thinking of the future,
preparing for the future;
wishing i would wake up from a deep sleep
and i would already be there.
i spent two decades wondering -
what will my second decade
look like?
grasping the rose of life
perplexed and astonished
in the folds of its petals.
its thorns are deep in my palms,
blood flows down my arm; still,
my attention is unwavering,
fixated on the rose;
on all that matters.
i’ve spent no time
researching infection
or caring for my wounds.
i’ve spent no time
living with the flower
or strolling through the garden.
instead i bide my time.
i sit and stare and wonder
how did i get this rose to begin with?
together we wither, and i know
i haven’t spent any time at all.
the idea that humans are a garbage species is so obnoxious no one talks about the peaceful parts of history and prehistory because they aren’t as exciting as us killing each other but um homo sapiens have been doing awesome things all over for a long time….we survived the fucking ice age…we made it through the sinai desert….we shared the savana with big cats before we ever made a weapon, we wove baskets from literal plants and halved blades from flint to handles we made, carved harpoons from bone and fought megafauna for our loved ones, cooked food and took care of the elderly and buried our dead, painted pictures and shared stories, built homes from clay and mud and straw, made instruments so we could dance and sing…it is so easy to focus on the negative and i get it ok we are in the middle of a mass extinction event that specific humans are at fault for but listen: they don’t want you to remember it hasn’t always been like this…we were and are so much more than evil
i’m showin amber all about tumblr and my blog,.,.,,,,, y’know once its done i might fuck around and uhhhh do somethin with it
