that, the trivial

jag vet inte.

i am in the library. have a fever.
read about racism.

feverishly desperate to escape my surroundings, but go to where? not sure exactly. nature. forest. anywhere. change my name, change my face, change my mood.
change the dimensions. change up the sounds.
dry the tears of sweat being squeezed out from under my skin.
tear the skin. push yourself up by pushing the terrible down. drag your body up for air and run on water until you reach the shore.
silence the loud and the boastful. silence those who wish not to learn. silence the condescending. those that steal the smile from the youth's lips.
take the blades from their hands, and push. push them off the edge. cast them off like a cloak, let their words and letters disappear in the night sky. they begin by floating upwards, but end by dissolving into themselves.

take the handle and push. kick until there's a clear path on which to walk.

claim what can be claimed. hold on to their idea of impossible and run with it.

if only the words weren't just words, the songs just songs. the park just a park.

endless. we want the endless