Fire

The fire they put between us does not provide the comforting heat that keeps us warm on cold winter nights, or on breezy evenings where there’s a quiet chill in the air. Instead we fuel fires within and spew the embers without second thought. It’s easier to yell, it’s easier to scream, it’s easier to raise voices if only to expel the rage brewing within. Here, we must live in this world together. Her,e everyone’s experiences the world differently. Here, just as you are passionate about what is right, so is the person whom you consider wrong. Is the one who’s heard the one who screams the loudest? Are we not responsible for calling it like it is, calling each thing by their true name? Where is the common ground in grey water. Who’s going to hold the weight?

Does anyone change their mind from the paint on a sign? Clever slogans blowing in the wind. There is a protest for morals, for justice, for humanity. Are we blinded by lights of absurdity? Are we surrounded by heaps of what we we sow? Perhaps in some cases what we want, but not what we need? Where do we find solace in a world that is constantly judging, constantly spewing, constantly letting it’s unwashed underbelly be brought into light?

I don’t want holy water to wash away the stains of the mess we revel in daily. I want a fucking hurricane.