The clocks keep ticking in this self-destructive place we call home. Holding hands with millions of people, still feeling alone. The occasional "how are you" always seems to be answered with a sort of confusion. And this so called life feels like a delusion. The twenty-one questions, with no honest answer. When everything you touch turns to cancer. The constant wonders, "will we be saved". Or must I rise against and just be Brave? Alone. Maybe. Remembering the past. And realizing the good things never really last. Getting lost into someones eyes. Feeling the sensation of surprise, knowing the one you love actually knows your name. But it always ends in a silly game. Looking in the mirror and not recognizing the reflection. Needing some sort of protection. Distance no longer keeping us apart. But our own discriminating feelings in our hearts.
-Hailey J. Klein