I am reading the pages,
and at this age,
it feels like a cage.
The presence of rumors, drafted on countless leaflets.
There is a man across the street hailing," here is a copy, extra-extra, read everything about it!"
I hand out my note that exchanges money for paper.
It's a battle for words, as i look across the daily headlines.
I am swamped by the heaviness of emotions and the reporting of situations.
Page 2, is clothed in an ironic twist of words, and an intelligent review of fame.
It holds the bold and italics colorfully coated with smiling letters and playful words.
I am in happy land, there is excitement, bountiful, flaring and firing me up. I love this section perused every bit of it, the cartoonist satire is plucking humor and that tickles me...
I draw the next page open, sweeping my fingers along the top left corner page, its a colorful article, "doing what you love". The writer has played his character well, he has implored on things that make people happy, positive change of words is vivid across his message. This is what I was hoping to see, a world full of cheer and bliss.
I am contemplating to end this journey here, but my exploration and curiosity has pulled me to Page 19.
I'm suddenly horrified by the change of images. Words here, are full of catastrophe, i could tell that there is a frantic cry of humanity.
My eye is re-typing every word, i am held behind its column bars each with a distinct magnetic visual pull. The Vicious acts of power, the innocent cries of families and the distant voices of children suffocating in war.
As I turn the page, I come face to face with a picture of a young man gazing to the horizon, his back arched to my face, his body dented and torn by bullets and nails...scars that will forever tell a painful story.
I am left in awe, my spirit torn by the disconnect of this world, the good and evil, the greed that separates us all. We forget that we are flesh from the same Earth.
My mind is set apart...
I am drowned with mixed emotions each visibly spelling a raw message,
as I close this chapter, the thickness vanish and I realize I am back to page 2.
it feels like a cage.
The presence of rumors, drafted on countless leaflets.
There is a man across the street hailing," here is a copy, extra-extra, read everything about it!"
I hand out my note that exchanges money for paper.
It's a battle for words, as i look across the daily headlines.
I am swamped by the heaviness of emotions and the reporting of situations.
Page 2, is clothed in an ironic twist of words, and an intelligent review of fame.
It holds the bold and italics colorfully coated with smiling letters and playful words.
I am in happy land, there is excitement, bountiful, flaring and firing me up. I love this section perused every bit of it, the cartoonist satire is plucking humor and that tickles me...
I draw the next page open, sweeping my fingers along the top left corner page, its a colorful article, "doing what you love". The writer has played his character well, he has implored on things that make people happy, positive change of words is vivid across his message. This is what I was hoping to see, a world full of cheer and bliss.
I am contemplating to end this journey here, but my exploration and curiosity has pulled me to Page 19.
I'm suddenly horrified by the change of images. Words here, are full of catastrophe, i could tell that there is a frantic cry of humanity.
My eye is re-typing every word, i am held behind its column bars each with a distinct magnetic visual pull. The Vicious acts of power, the innocent cries of families and the distant voices of children suffocating in war.
As I turn the page, I come face to face with a picture of a young man gazing to the horizon, his back arched to my face, his body dented and torn by bullets and nails...scars that will forever tell a painful story.
I am left in awe, my spirit torn by the disconnect of this world, the good and evil, the greed that separates us all. We forget that we are flesh from the same Earth.
My mind is set apart...
I am drowned with mixed emotions each visibly spelling a raw message,
as I close this chapter, the thickness vanish and I realize I am back to page 2.
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