millennial Houdini goes to bed to cry and look at gentle memes
bleak show re-runs soothe me
queenly gems leave me escaped and mildly inspired and sequinned
escapist tapping, rolling hand-plucked images nourish me
i’m spoken to sleep by strangers in my earphones
i fill my lungs with my friend’s soft words, a heart emoji makes a warm feeling in my actual heart
Romantic worlds in a black oblong
Lights make lands unfiltered
Where does one go when Nihilism becomes cliche?
Trends pulse and pop.
Do you remember when everyone was into sloths?
Buy plastic pastels
Sparkly notions dreamlike.
Then you get the backlash, the opposite fashion
Black nails again.
Pearlescent greens and blues
We need things to suck up our sickness,
Rolling ideas gain traction
And become popular.
Cats are a constant.
The places we escape to are only so original
We can help each other find sanctuary.
Share, spread the good word.
Things grow and curl around our culture,
Become our reality.
Almost infinite complexity that we’re wrapped up in and made of.
I work to understand my own beliefs and where they come from, I’m certain of little, although I’ve learnt so much,
I want to be a gentle generation.
I want us to do the right thing.