The whole world is placed on the tips of your fingers; the knowledge, access, and change you can bring through a simple site online. 

But this can backfire, sending messages of hate instead of love, the negativity spreading through the networks like fire, imprinting the ideas of war and racism on those who stumble upon it. 

This color is used in simple things.
It's what hangs about our heads every hour of daylight.
It pops out, in a vivid stroke, against the fiery red and orange during a sunset. 
The bright petals that clash against the deep brown of a sunflower.
What the neighbors would murmur as "quite ugly" as a house's walls were splashed in this loud color on a house's walls.
It comes from your standard Post-It to the boomerang shaped fruit called a...

Have you ever seen him before? 
The Raggedy Man?
There's short, disoriented man, who is covered in rags he picked up from the street, surrounding him with their dampened colors and defining the hunch of his back. His gray woolen sweater, thinning from its age, was starting to unravel. His wrinkled brown palms were barely wrapped with wool and his fingers stuck out, shivering as they felt the cold winter air. A washed out red beanie sagged on his head,...

We can say passion, hope, desire, courage but it's all love, the language that conquers all, no matter the gender, age, sex, or any identification, we, the human race, can all feel and understand it.   

I write to begin a meaning for myself, to make some sort of worth to this being.
Writing is the stage where I dream to be able to perform day by day without the stress and with the passion.
    However, not all stages function as fluid as they are hoped to be.
Most days, I don't even rehearse. The lights hang low, as the curtains droop to the stage. All human activity has quieted into nothing else than...

As humans we are feared, 
but as animals, we feel fear. 

Those from our creation or those from our experience. 
But there are those
from our ancestors,
except they don't work
with the world we live in now.
They only function
from the one that we came.

This world is a place
where all else roams free
as we are bound by the chains
of society. 

to escape this devastation,
it's only natural
to return to our nature,
to feel...

How were we made?
From star dust to all-knowing being. 
Yet, cosmos appear
in the sky
and in our eyes.

How were we made?
From star dust to all-knowing being. 
Yet, cosmos appear
in the sky
and in our eyes.