Seeing People.

I see people, I see people. I see family and I see friends. In my heart I wrap my arms around them and I hold them in hopes to heal all the things they were never given, to help them cope with the disappointment of things they cannot do for whatever reason. Keeping in mind this concept of suffering helps me remember why I should keep giving my love. "They need this, " I say. I should sacrifice some of my ego's desires to give to this need. I am not neglecting my needs as my ego does "still" receive attention. I am rewarded when people see this love that's inside of me and recognize this intention. The quiet get to see it when they listen. I try to silence myself so I can find who else holds this desire to love others. I don't want to be sad and I have trouble understanding why we don’t believe we can do better.

After the bombs...

I wrote this piece with the thought of what life would be like if the war increased to a larger scale and the governments of every country were destroyed. In this thought there would be no more economy as we know it, and the only focus would be for survival. There is no longer anyone to protect us and we would be alone. My thoughts were focused on how I would take care of myself.


What would I do after the bombs have dropped? Imagining what it would be like when such things have been taken from me. I realized this story would reveal who I am; a part of me I have in my mind; my largest ideals for peace. I saw an image on a screen of an airplane garage that was bombed. I imagined what it would be like to be in there alone, with the majority or the structure of the building still intact. I pictured the season to be winter; all the people I know are dead. I am alone. Snow is falling. I have survival skills. I'd have to eat meat again; I wouldn't have a choice. I would collect fabrics of the American flag that might have been shredded by enemies of America. Maybe there are people alive, but the population of America would have decreased drastically. I would turn to prayer because I would be alone, and as I prefer my devotion to be private. I would pray to the divine. I would dress statues in the fabrics I would find. This reveals my fanaticism.

Slowly I would make friends; survivors would find me. I would talk to them about peace and our conversations would be of love. Because we are survivors I would share the nothingness we have. We would hunt together. Some factories still exist but there is no central form of government our only focus is love and survival. I would spend more time in silence. There would be no more pressure to succeed because every day alive would be a success of its own and they would be celebrated.

I picture myself making art with things that I find; mostly things of function, but images of things I find pretty would please me. Sometimes I long for this intimacy where the world can become quiet and I can hear myself - no more pressures - just the sounds that I make will be my comfort. In this space of alone I create.