Red-Eye

There is no greater sorrow than to recall our times of joy in wretchedness. – Dante Alighieri, Inferno

Have you ever been on a red-eye flight,

With your mind racing faster than the speed of light?

Thoughts pinging against the windshield of your head,

Corruption, lies, deceit- it all seems so clear.

Yet we remain complaisant,

It isn’t alright.

I am splitting at the seams-

When innocent men are shot dead in the streets you used to walk,

And the real criminals are the ones on the ballot.

As we watch it unfold, the horror is muffled by the screen it’s received on,

It’s like a really bad reality TV show-

Wake up America,

This is your reality now.

When it’s your turn to speak to the camera- what will you say?

Will you share yet another photo of clothes or shoes,

Get lost in the mindless celebrity feuds,

Or will you stand up and fucking say something?

But it’s easy to be a social justice warrior at 5 am and with 37,000 ft beneath me,

With a birds-eye view of what the earth once was, not what its become.

Let us revert to what matters most-

Not the things, but the people and places.

Because a life void of materialism is a life of fulfillment-

And a life void of experiences and people to share them with,

Isn’t a life worth living.

 

 

 

 

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11 thoughts on “Red-Eye

  1. lovely piece Nicole, raw and so compelling, sometimes the mind needs everything else to be so tired and shutting down and the best inspiration happens, you should always write like this….i was very moved…

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      1. Been sometime since I read from you and I have been guilty of being absent from WordPress and not as up to date with reading other blogs. Hope all is well with you and life continues to bless you with new experiences.

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  2. “But it’s easy to be a social justice warrior at 5 am and with 37,000 ft beneath me…”

    I totally feel that. It’s during my vulnerable moments, my isolated moments, that I feel like I am larger than I am in reality. When I feel like I’m capable of doing something more. But when it comes down to everyday actions, I feel no different from the rest. I hate it when that happens.

    I may be interpreting this incorrectly, but I did feel like this resonated with me deeply. I spend more time dreaming about how I can change the world than I do taking steps towards doing anything about it. I tend to get upset with society, because I do want to “say something,” to get my voice heard, but unknown voices tend to get washed out by the louder masses; “Get lost in the mindless celebrity feuds, or will you stand up and fucking say something?”

    Please keep writing. You have a lot of talent : ) .

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    1. Your interpretation is exactly correct. Sometimes, as I did in this moment, I get so caught up in my thoughts, and I think about all of the injustices rather than doing anything about them. I’m so glad this resonated with you- and thank you for your encouraging words 🙂 I need to write more than I have been. I’m far too hard on my writing.

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      1. You’re welcome. I find that if I have the urge to spew out emotions or ideas, grabbing a pen or opening up a blank Word document and just letting it loose, without organization, is the best way to get thoughts flowing. If you ever need someone to listen to your writing ideas, or give pointers, I’d be more than happy to : ) .

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