i can't. because it doesn't.

i can't move.

i am glued.

i am paralyzed from movement.

even my sub-concious is preoccupied.

the necessity of blinking

forgotten.

is it fear?

is it status?

is it genuine concern?

is it a way of life?

Egypt.

Libya.

Japan.

power to the people!

people being slaughtered by their leader.

water rears its inescapable power.

it's an addiction.

i must watch.

must read the minute blog updates.

because i must know.
check a myriad of news sources

in order to find the best

information.

most current updates.

opinions.

and images.

the earth is crying.

it's people are screaming to be heard.

am i listening?

i turn on my computer.

i see blogs.

status updates.

youtube trailers, commercials.

box office top sellers.

and i can't wrap my mind around it.

so i post pictures from

last weeks bike ride.

my mind.
it can't hold it all.

Libya.

UN gives thumbs up for war.

bombs. dropping.

Japan.

nuclear reactors failing.

13,000 missing.

mothers. fathers. sisters. grandpas.

missing.

i see blogs posting

 pretty pictures.

arts & crafts.

cooking recipes.

travel plans.

funny stories.

kid stories.

new musicians.

new art openings.

personal narratives.

and.

and.

on.

and on.

i can't wrap my mind around it.

the thin hours of the morning

are getting used to my company.

because i don't sleep when

i should.

i check just one more site.

to try to understand

the devastation.

i can't understand.


mindlessly click through pictures
on Mark Zuckerberg's genius invention.
i see
trips of spring break.
bikinis.
new additions to families in barking dog form.
engagement poses.
tales of last nights drinking binge.


my mind is spinning trying to hold it all.

i don't know who to believe.

"We must go to war. Libyans are being masacurred."

"We don't want another Iraq."
"Some Peace-Prize President you have."
"Would we just wait for another Rwanda?"


i can't wrap my mind around it.


bombs dropping
screams 
protests
sign holding
accompany my dreams.


then i'm talking,
"hi how are you?"
"repeat after me, 'nice to meet you'. good kids!"
"oh your a vegetarian? that's awesome."
"i want a new shirt."
"damn korea. why can't i get a good beer around here!"


. . . . . .


what is this?
what is this world that i live in?
it cannot all be connected.
it can't be.
it just
can't.