my hoodie

Dear You,

love is the simplest, but most overused word. I LOVE YOU, i love this song, i love this movie! the word doesnt even mean that much anymore, not to most people anyways. some people just throw it around like its an old hoodie, wearing it because its comfortable, safe, and secure, but never really understanding why we have it. we lend it out, forget about it, and years later think "hey i really did like that sweater"

then we see the world fall apart, from the safety of out own living rooms, news, and on the internet and sometimes we feel so helpless and alone were not sure what to do. We cry for inhumanity, scream for the injustice, and wonder why the world is this way. WE think that we can change the world, change people, we know we want to help those who need it the most...then we remember that old hoodie that we threw out years ago.

we want it back, we fight and scramble for it. we go out and buy other ones, try them on, but none seems to fit the way that one hoodie did. we have lost it, weve lost love. we are unnerved for a bit, we sit alone and beat ourselves up over letting it go. then we just shrug it off, we say oh ill do it later, or noone will erally care. and it seems as if nobody does.

is my generation going to save the world? we try, a small group of us. but our shirts are faded among the bright ciolors of greed and the everyday and the wanting. we are pushed into the background. we try to push our way through the crowds, and we truely wonder where the love has gone.

i dont want my love to fade;although my hoodie is tattered and worn, i wear it daily. i am honest and i try to be open to the people that matter the most to me. and when i say that simple, dead, four letter word, i mean it. i know i have made mistakes, and with it in the past and i almost threw that hoodie away, i carry it carefully now. its close to my heart, where it is meant to be. i do lend it out everyone once in a great while-i let those who need it try it on and feel the safety that i feel. i leave them the pieces when i go, but my hoodie never seems to tear. it stays just as simple as it ever was. when the time comes, i will stand alone in this world, and stare into the eyes of those with the hoodies of greed, and want and lust, and i will know that even though my hoodie is not the most beautiful one in the crowd, its among the best.

love to all,

amber swainn