How do I help you? How can I pull you out of your own mind. How can I let you unsee the frozen hell on everything?
How do I pump full tank litres of gasoline back into it. Roar it back into life, let you feel its flames again let you see the drama of the destruction, the spectacle anything but this quiet crumbling decay.
Its the gradualness, the habituation that is killing you.
Everything is burning for you.
Why are you spending yourself – is it how uncaring the night sky is?
Rebellion. Making your body a symbol. Fight this universe – hurt the part of it you can- you.
Please don’t do that. Please don’t because when specks of light are snuffed, this world is left a darker place.