Channel surfing

Sometimes i sit back and stare off into the infinite sky until it loses it’s vertical hold flickering like and old black and white T.V. (you know the ones with the meatl hanger antenna), and i think to myself what does it matter that the world has gone mad. that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer until the poor get even. what does it matter that a few well placed steps into your imagination leave footprints on the back of your throat from a stampede of anger laden words that you may never speak anger that you may never channel because no one would watch. what is apathy?

what does it matter? Eventually the picture will still and the sky will return.

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  • StacyLee
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  • Catherine Myrtle Schoeman