Yes well,
I hate the way people try to decipher my actions
with eyes that only see trees.
They fail to see the life so superior in innocence
that it thrives without the direct consumption
of another living being.

They don’t understand the incomparable,
the undecipherable.
I am intangibility
and…
they try to mock me with open hands.
I reject this
but it comes false-smiling.

I cry oceans full of hatred and love
for mistaken beauty.
I try to set the example of what should be,
but I may have never been,
and I lie to myself
converting past texts into a reality
I have to hold on to.

My hope is different from their hope.
My reasons are different,
but our actions are similar.
We come to the same house taking different paths,
and I want the map written in my own hand.

I question the unquestionable
and expect validity in the answers.
I hate myself and the evil
we all share with time.

I’ve been waiting and its breaking me,
suffocating me,
but…
I won’t breath this same water.