To Whom It May Concern
We don’t know where we’re going
Or how we’re getting there
Or what to make of this journey called life
But we’re hustling through
Walking with a sense of urgency
Like we’re always late
To the start of the race
With our technology filled pockets
And media crazed bodies
On how we cannot consume enough
Or too little
As my bathroom-ridden friend
From high school lays on the floor
Emptying her stomach from the day before
I write for those that
Seem to be okay
Yet go through life wanting everything to stop
I write for the dreamers
And the doers
And the people that want to be known in this world
I write for the prom queen
And the introvert
I write for the soccer player
And the boys that wanna date her
I write for those that don’t have a voice
And for the ones
That barely make it through the weekdays
I write for the sick
I write for the healthy
I write for the slow
And for the stealthy
But most of all i write for myself
To put feelings through my pen
And to feel the tsunami tides
Rush out from under my skin
I write for anyone with a heart
And hopefully touch
Someone’s mind with mine