i miss you;

the starry eyed freshman, fated to be my chemistry partner.

you were the unpredictable halogen, 

i, the nearly stable, alkali metal.

NaCl, baby. 

maybe it was your instability and my desire to give:

an electron,

or my love

that drew me in, but i found you - 

with your coppery hair and golden eyes.

we were a pair even Mendeleev couldn't predict.  

 nothing is infinite, i suppose.

even the chemistry in our love was set to react at some point or another

in an final, epic experiment. 

the conclusion states i've moved on to uni and you're exploring some part of france,

but i miss you 

even if all of our labs averaged a B-. 

Brilliant, fiercely loyal; 

my friend. 

Deceptive, sly;

my foe.

Genuine, brave;

my hero.

Cowardly, selfish;

my enemy.

Strong, inspirational;

my idol. 

But characters in the "real-world" aren't as black and white as the printed pages that describe fictional ones.

A corrupt cop in Baltimore.

A bank robber trying fund a transplant for his wife. 

A self-made millionaire that left school.

A friend with intentions far than what the surface displays. 

Outside, people really are quite scary.  

I think I'll stick to Harry Potter books for now.

Peace be to the world. Let us, the citizens of the Earth, stand united 

against the atrocities of  violence. 

Render your hearts open and release the preconceived notions from your past, my fellows. Please. Change will occur if people would simply accept love in it's various forms, express kindness without prejudice, and feel empathy to all. No wall, scapegoating, or attack on life can do so. 

Oppression has no home here on our planet. Remember that. Dear humans, resist the temptation, be strong against the old ways of thinking. Be indifferent to race, religion, and orientation for we are the revolutionaries, perpetuators of progress. Open your arms wide to new ideas, be different than the past.

Sending prayers does not equate to prevention. Orlando, Blacksburg, Newtown, Killeen, San Bernardino, Edmond, and Aurora; I'm sorry. I'm sorry that the hashtags, monuments, and vigils will never fix the horrendous actions your community endured. Your pain is unimaginable, the suffering you endure is unintelligible. As senators and lobbyist bicker, know this: I am with you. We are with you. The people are with you. 

Civilization has not turned a blind-eye to your hardship. Our marches and our petitions are for you, for change, and for the prevention of more unspeakable acts. The words we shout and the words we write are for you. We will not be silenced, despite the media's manipulation and portrayal of our non-violent movement for progress. No senator nor lobbyist can prevent the change, it is truly inevitable.  

End the madness, people, please. It really is up to us: citizens, fellow humans, the people of the planet. Humanity. Humanity, it's our job to facilitate the change. The only shot that should be heard around the world, is that of peaceful compassion to all. Not a gun. Let us rise against violence in all places, discriminate none, and express unfaltering love. The hate ends now: guns violence, racial separatism, genocides, warfare, and the like. It's got to stop. We can't go on like this.    

Sincerely, 

Me

She found God under a dirty, green awning at the corner of East and Main. 

 She found Him on a dark night, 

 in the pouring rain. 

 She asked Him where He had been 

and 

why He had left her. 

 He did not reply, for he could not. 

 So they sat, for a while, in silence. 

All by their lonesome, together

in that pouring rain. 

 She told Him about Lennie, 

 her mom, and 

 Baby. 

 The rain pausing for a breathe during the conversation, as did she. 

 She then told God about the men, 

 the money, 

 and even the drugs. 

 How unlucky was she. The girl fighting the world, praying for a change.

 She rambled about the apartment on Maple, 

 the broken car, 

 and her job, a cashier, including the trouble it caused. 

 They cried together; the sky joining in once more. 

 Under that dirty, green awning 

at the corner of East and Main. 

But for now, as luck would have, 

she was not fighting alone.  

She found God under a dirty, green awning at the corner of East and Main. 

 She found Him on a dark night, 

 in the pouring rain. 

 She asked Him where he had been 

and 

why he had left her. 

 He did not reply, for he could not. 

 So they sat, for a while, in silence.

 All by their lonesome, together 

in that pouring rain. 

 She told him about Lennie, 

 her mom, 

and

Baby. 

 The rain pausing for a breathe during the conversation, as did she. 

 She then told God about the men, 

 the money, 

 and even the drugs. 

 How unlucky was she. The girl fighting the world, praying for a change. 

 She rambled about the apartment on Maple, 

 the broken car, 

 and her job, a cashier, including the trouble it caused. 

 They cried together; the sky joining in once more. 

 Under that dirty, green awning 

at the corner of East and Main. 

But for now, as luck would have, 

she was not fighting alone.