Scratching

So many others out there suffer—probably everyone. 

Yet, I focus almost solely on the suffering that belongs to her and I.

How selfish of me. 

Easing the suffering 

of others 

through a few words glued and stitched together,

is probably better

than focusing on her and I. 

I've forgotten about you.

I've forgotten about the zoo (society).

I wonder what you are going through. . .

It’s been awhile since I looked out this window.

Jeez, it's dark out there.

To my surprise, it's a starless night sky up above my head.

Come tell me what you've been through;

I'll buy you a drink,

and I'll even let you buy me a few.

I’ll tell you all about how I’ve been ignoring this silly government.

And I'll toast to the avoidance of any news about the wars. (Don’t you worry, there are always a few wars to worry about. So it goes.)

I've been lost in the maze inside of me again,

wandering around,

nose to the ground,

but the wounds have healed, 

and an itch to try to heal 

a small piece of this world 

rises from where the darkness was just seconds ago. 

I think I'll scratch it. 

CH 4/21/26