My friend is hurt, badly. 

He always skateboards to school. Every day. 

This time he was hit by a truck.

Now he is hurt. He can’t even think straight.

My heart hurts. Now I am hurting for him. 

I want to be in pain instead of him. I wish I could take it away. I want to help, but what can I do?



I am on a highly functional autopilot. So good, so realiatic you can hardly tell. Camouflaging in with the rest of the herd, I am racing through the daily shuffle.

Autopilot doesn’t care what I should do, what I want to do, only what I have to do in order to keep going. When You never actively control your own body, mind, time becomes confusing.

For some reason, it’s always Friday. Weeks start and end and flow together and months go by like hours. 

At least nothing is terrible. Nothing is great either. Thank goodness everything is easy. If it wasn’t I might have already broken.

I thought sufficiency or evwn mild success would lead to an increase in happiness , but I was niave. I thought that things I was doing were the problem. Turns out is was me that was wrong. I was the problem all along. 

At least I’m okay. I guess I will continue surviving. On autopilot.

Bring Back the Bubbling Brooks

Clear, bubbling streams, full of fresh, blue drinking water.

Clean agua, perfect for the deer who drinks with pleasure.

The  beaver in the lake swimming, laughing with an otter.

The river is one miniscule example of a natural treasure.


A tree, years of shade and wisdom in its heart.

Rings of time adorn its waist and tell a story.

A classic piece, appearing oft’ in art.

The mother of flora standing powerful, and tall in sunshine glorious.


A people, appreciative of outside views.

A  family picnicking in summer.

An old man who doesn’t watch the news,

Who instead walks the forest, a nature lover.


A culture, respecting all hearts filled with love.

A village coming all together.

The children who don’t shout and shove,

But who have learn to share with one another.


Once upon a time these things were so

In summer children played among the flowers

In winter making igloos in the snow

Outside we used to horse around for hours


Now trash

               old and


Now fast   

              rushing into


Leaving rubbish


                                           anywhere we find convenient.

I grow sick of the sounds


                                               taste of chemicals in my food

Animals dying

                    air polluted with poison and garbage.


Despite knowing you can stop this

You would rather sit at home

Stay inside in ignorant bliss

And you are are not alone.


So many people choose to ignore

The heartbreaking downfall of nature

So many people think it’s a chore

And ignore their disgusting behavior.



           for me

And my generation,


Help bring back the bubbling brooks.


Clear, bubbling streams, full of fresh, blue water,

This beauty can happen once more,

Remember the river, the flowers, the otter,

And know nature is part of your core.