Stepping on

Shattering blades of grass

Breaking beneath my sun soaked feet

And are my burdens that heavy?

That the weight of the world

Cannot support itself?

And why do you cry when

We're trying to conserve water

Why do you

Weep when you're

Not under a weeping willow

Nights get longer

But stars get brighter

Doesn't the whole

Seems sort of

Counterintuitive?

At least it

Seems like it to

Me

But then again

I live in a

Distorted reality

Of which there

Is not reality

Because

I do not believe

In you

In me

In

Anything but destiny

I'll carry that weight

And step on

Shards and fragments

Of what

Everyone else sees

Cutting myself and

Bleeding sweet crimson droplets

Of memories to be forgotten

Of realities

That were never real