there is always someone to call. this isn’t the case for everyone and sometimes I forget that I’m lucky. I fill empty time with other people where I can, and more often than not it doesn’t take much. if nobody picks up I remember that there are pens and paper. I drew today for the first time in a long while. when I get sick of disappointing myself in ink I can try the phone again. running in circles.
they bombed another school. a hundred displaced people massacred in an instant as I try to decide what to wear to the theatre. when I stop to try and comprehend the gap I see the dystopia clearly and wonder how long we plan to keep this up. they’ll remember the martyrs and curse their deaths outside town hall and that will be it. nobody moves anymore. I care until I lose focus until I’m forced to stop and listen again. running in circles.
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