Ghost

Hello? Are you there?

I feel you. I feel you in my arms, I think.

Do you feel me?

Can you smell the roses?

Do you love me? I love you, still.

But are you a dream? A memory? A wish?

Double Haiku Dream

I walk aimlessly...

I start to go down the stairs...

I suppose I'm lost...

I continue on...

Trying to find my way out...

There it is: a bike

Cars

The Car. The 8th wonder of the world...

...or is it?

Everyday we subject ourselves to this glorious, yet deadly machine. We are driving with death. The humanrace has fallen in love with a murderer. We are blinded by its speed and ease to transport us and also by what most even consider "beauty".

Every day this monster kills humans and animals. How one could find it beautiful I will never know. Not only is it slaying individuals, but it is killing our home, Earth.

We all have fallen under its spell, including me and it pains me that I can't stop. I can't. I want to stop. I need to stop. We need to stop.