near pilot
i remember the fragments of that little child i used to be
the sun dipped its orange toes in the sea
the sky was cloudless
but joy was clear as the rise of dawn
on the first week of spring
car toys, several packs of legos scattered
across the floor
i wallowed in the afternoon while i watched some cartoons
the breeze rushed through the windows,
fresh and green like a child’s dearest clover
now i’m 23 in the year 2025
this year is creepier than those creepypasta
images on pinterest
so much chaos, so much thunder
tearing through the blue
i don’t know what to do
blackness veils the view
plane crashes are piling up like a boat full of fish
more people are getting sick from COVID variants
suicide attempts are spiraling on the news
the murder rates are increasing
flooding the headlines with an overflow of grief
living on earth is an endless dungeon
with infinite darkness growing
and there’s no exit
but only trapdoors with knives on the edges
this black maze drains my energy
sharp nails of anxiety scrapes my chest
i just want to shut the curtains
and hide under the mattress like a child
hiding from a predator
i wish i had a time machine to visit the 80’s and 90’s
especially the 90’s
because most of my shows and movies
aired during that period
but alas i was born in the early 2000’s
i feel like i’m in the wrong generation
lost in the depths of an uncultured society
i’m just an alien searching for a better planet
this 2nd millennium makes me want to vomit a hundred times
and scream so loud till i become deaf
i wonder if that joy is still here
maybe it’s still hanging up there
but i don’t see it as much anymore
the breeze i feel today
won’t be the same breeze tomorrow.
daring nest
tall ibex
abstract torrent
obsidian bobcat
karmic trench