Hi, I write things. I wrote at least one of them with you in mind. Try and find it. If I did my job right, it should not be hard.
Whoever you are, know that you are not alone and we are in this together until we're not. Then, it doesn't matter anymore. The universe goes on and us along with it.
You are suffering in your own special way and for that I am sorry. Being human is a pretty tough gig when reality tends to shatter our worldview on the regular. Here's hoping that my words reflect some fractured piece and make the whole puzzle a little more put together.
Fuck the fascists and break the machine. The times are changing and so must we. The time has come to pick up the fight. Let's all band together and make things right.
I wish I could have met you
So we could have had a little bit more time
But I am happy you met me when you me
When I was at my best and not my worst.
Because my bad is pretty bad
It’s strip mine scars and poisoned waters
swallowing dilapidated company towns
of cheap row homes with the same two ply doors
where only the chipped asbestos tile
And scavenged boards across the broken doors
to break up the monotony of arc lights.