Amanda Stockton
Humanity Screams
My hands freeze. They fail to create. To pick up a pen. To write. To bring me breath and life as the only way I have ever known to find it. The world burns. History shakes. And these wild tides form the new world. The new tomorrow. Moving the shoreline to the next mountain. I don’t have words, or vision, or energy. 2020 was supposed to be the next leap in change and challenge in life. And my dear god, has it ever been that. Burning. Everything is burning and people are dying.