But more and more,
The evidence bled.
A nation thriving on disconnect,
Instigates turmoil,
In order for despair to subside accordingly.
Forcing every sliver of hope to hide away,
Until better days arrive.
Until an ear begins to materialize the needs of the earth,
And the people who know of no other refuge.
Regardless of the current strain,
Colors vibrate,
Countless voices celebrate the cultura of their hente,
Proclaim their presence,
Inviting multiple chances to live in the present,
Despite opposition.
We gather to listen.
Swarming to reinforce the ones who've fallen
And those who are not yet, shaken by influence.
Grateful for the progress,
For how whole mentalities have shifted
By the sharing of information electronically,
This free social platform has me soaring.
Connected,
Not to be mistaken as a full substitution for interaction,
But hey,
It serves a radical purpose.
Utilize it.
There is nothing left to lose but the minute you wasted wishing for a better way to say it.
Language should never imprison,
Nor limit the exchange of conversation.
You'll make it through,
However you come,
You are a precious inconsistency.
Embrace the uncertainty.
