Sitting here staring at this screen, life has found a new meaning. I’m always looking at things in a creative way. Looking at something that would make a good photograph or a good location for a certain scene in a certain film, but what gets me lost is translating those images and emotions they evoke into a sentence. Just a few simple words. I’ve written a LOT about my mistakes, but hardly ever the good stuff. Is it ironic that I hate how negative I find myself being? I wish I could change the world hitting this keyboard like a playing on a piano. Instead, staring at this screen trying to find the syllables in the words that’ll change the world leave no change and little progression in my world. Through all these poems and random ramblings, I’ve stated the path that is needed to be taken, but instead I look for more words like they’ll give answers. Making it on your. Becoming an adult. Growing up. There are so many around me that have taken these phrases to heart, but I’m lost in the prepositions. My arms are weak and these eyes are growing tired of the routine. When my job consists of counting and each day counts against me, I slowly slip into the monotony. Change. One word. Change. An action verb, but if no action is taken then it’s meaning is lost in the translation. I’ve been cold for too long. If you need a friend or someone to talk to, I want to be there. If you need a hand or someone to lean on, I want to be there. If you need to change, I want to be there. I want to be in the change you need. I want to be in the change.
