Woods

She's walking. She's by herself.. but she's not alone.
She's never alone.

She stops, and lets her mind do the wandering.

She looks, but doesn't see.
See the trees, the sky, her surroundings.

The rush of colors from the Autumn leaves are irrelevant to "her world".

She hears, but doesn't listen.
Listen to the soft whistles of the wind, and the quiet words they whisper in her delicate ear.

She's oblivious.
Oblivious to whats happening.
Not just in these dark woods.

Blocking it all out.
Racism, death, bullying, injustice.. everything.

She pays no attention to "the real world".
Why should she?

It's a chaotic mess.

So she keeps walking. She looks. She listens.
She believes.

The world could change if it tried.
Sometimes it's almost getting better as it is.

If only, we would walk-together.
Not just look-but see.
Listen-instead of hear.

If only..
we would try.