#look up
the bridge over the train tracks was walled with graffiti.
lookup, it scrawled to loiterers,
lookup, like your mother’s voice screaming to not jump.
I liked to imagine some roguish skater boy spritzing the words on,
a boy with paint-chipped fingertips; a bouquet
of aerosol cans hanging from his back pocket,
just so a stranger would feel less alone.
lookup, he pleaded. ironically, really,
as I was already
skybound.
graffiti//r.t.
Look Up
I don’t usually post these things, and it’s quite hypocritical of me to post this video on, in fact, a social media website. But this truly is worth a watch, and something I myself am definitely guilty of. See if you can watch this without any distractions. Don’t even pick up your phone to answer a text. Very eye-opening. Go!
