How did things end up like this?
In the Winter, you were here.
But then came Summer
And suddenly I can only see you
When I close my eyes.
Will tomorrow be the same?
Will the next day be another day
Where I don’t know you,
Where I can’t find you at all?
I can’t forgive you,
And I won’t forgive myself.
But I want too…I really want too…
I miss you.
Falling down takes time, and has layers, and can even appear beautiful. It’s sort of like a sunset on the beach in late September. It’s not truly autumn, so every evening is ushered in on the tail-end of a dying summer breeze. The light from the Sun plays games with that not so warm air, flickering more, almost dancing, as it descends onto the horizon. The space between the Sun and the Earth, the Earth and the sky, the skyline and the edge of our planet, stretched out across the deepest of blues reflected in the open Sea… For a brief moment, you can close one eye, and these vast distances and heavenly bodies all fit in the space between your thumb and index finger.
But the moment is only that, a moment.
The Sun keeps on dancing as it slips over the edge of the world. The breeze keeps on twirling, the oceans are swirling, but it’s all beginning to fade into the background as the Moon and the stars take their positions. The transition is peaceful, poetic even, and I find so much comfort in this daily sight. The world ends every day without a fuss. It takes time, but it’s never in a rush. The Sun goes down as its own pace, and it manages to stay beautiful every step of the way. So maybe falling down isn’t such a bad thing after all, so long as we remember that falling down always comes with the opportunity to rise again.
You are a sunburn; you came with happy times spent in sunny days, and you left me with the coming of autumn and the bright orange leaves. So were you ever really there? Will I have any physical reminders of your love on my person? I once heard that every cell in our entire body is destroyed and replaced every seven years. So in a short seven years I will have a body that you will have never touched… and that thought is both beautiful and the saddest fucking thing I have ever heard.
Your lips bewitched me.
A glossy coat of distilled resin,
Edges tinged by the Sun,
And so my heart lingers
On a shaking yellow dream,
The same shade
As dandelion wine.
Your kiss took root,
Sinking into my veins,
A poison, like acid rain,
And it burns, burns, burns,
Until nothing remains
Save for the idling taste
Of ashes on my tongue.
Video games do not cause people to become more prone to violence. This is not my opinion, just a statement of fact. There is zero evidence to support this Republican speaking point. People are dying so often in mass shootings that it’s something I expect to see every day on my news-feed, and that’s fucking terrible, right? But we never do anything after a mass shooting. We never implement any plan to curb this epidemic, so of course the tragedies keep on coming.
Thoughts and prayers are a lazy, useless response. Blaming the problem on video games is stupid. We need to do better, and we can start by just doing something, anything at all. I personally think a good starting point would be to remove from office idiots like this Mayor. If you are elected as a leader in this country, you should at least have a sliver of common sense, but clearly this guy doesn’t give a rats ass about common sense. He’s not qualified to be in charge of anything. Recall his ass, and then recall all the other morons who’ve been trying to place the blame on video games.
We can’t keep doing nothing, and we can’t keep letting our “leaders” get away with doing nothing. We need people to take real responsibility and work together to identify the real issues, then work on some real solutions. Sadly, solving this problem won’t be as simple as throwing out all the games, so people like this mayor can either get with the program, or just shut-up and get out of the way.