empathy - Hikes

Speaking

Volumes

But I’m feeling

Quiet

Is everything under the sun still sacred?

Has all of my empathy abdicated?

That feeling of learning a word, a meaning

And hearing it all of the time;

The fleeting prose

Leaving me up to my own devices

There’s something about it that kills me softly while

I’m inconsequentially spinning my own web

Catching the pollen and anything that’s left

Wouldn’t it be nice to find a place

Your sadness was a privilege you could play in?

Where

Everything under the sun is kin

Everything under the sun is sacred

(It's always been right in front of you)