Its fun, yet hilarious when you think about your life.
Maybe its shameful and embarrassing.
Is anything that we are saying meaning anything, are you being truthful, lying, deceiving, all the smoke coming out from the window which has the fire that is coming to consume you. Starts to grab for the air that you are now barely breathing in as you start to cough and choke and with head already hearting the room spins around a again, and then…
Who and what that?
Another person who only place their eyes on their feet. Skip right on along like nothing is wrong with them, and even they see you all alone the street kicking up your feet as you swing.
The tapping feet on the concrete, tsk, tsk, and your hands spin the top of the rope back and up around your head again and one more time with another swing coming down…
From the corner of the building there shot a shooter only a bang was heard next he carried on with his plans dismantling the oversized needle and threw into this compartmentalized gun suit, knees down as he places the two set pieces and the scope.
Down come his hands as he closes the lip of the lid and a click in the lock you did hear and a smile on his face for he was not perturbed though glad that you lay there now all in the street dead and for wanting nothing more than just make on more room for other people than you in their lives because they assume and think they are better than others no matter the day or the time and if you sin one time and they find out it some people who are douches will hold that over you for live though if you dont have anything on your record you should have no problem saying “Im not a registered sex offender cause I dont seek after children”
And those who do are out there and chances are it could be one your own family members that are doing it! So just as reminder report child abuse like bruises, health , or any other injuries and report thoset things to 911.
Just like Smokey the Bear, only you can pick up the phone and make a report, and get an investgation started at least. That is more than someone can ask for, and continue to hope for justice to prevail even in an world that we live in.
“Smoke Through the Window” – Copilot rewrite
It’s funny, in that twisted kind of way— how life can feel like a joke you didn’t audition for. Shameful. Embarrassing. Like you tripped on your own truth and everyone saw.
Are we honest? Or just actors in smoke, playing roles we never chose, lines we never wrote, while the fire creeps in through the cracks of the window we left open thinking we needed air.
You gasp. Chest tight. Throat dry. The breath you had is now a memory trying to escape.
Who are you? Who am I? What is that shadow that walks beside us but never speaks?
There’s someone else— eyes glued to their feet, skipping past like nothing’s wrong. Even when they see you, alone on the street, swinging back and forth like a pendulum of pain. Your feet tap the concrete— tsk, tsk— and your hands spin the rope above your head, again, again, again.
Then— from the corner, a bang. No warning. Just silence, then sound. The shooter moves with precision, dismantling a needle like it’s just another tool. He kneels. He packs. He clicks the lock shut. And he smiles.
Not disturbed. Just satisfied. Because you’re gone. Cleared out. Erased. To make room for someone else they think deserves more.
Some people— they hold your sins like trophies. Forever. Even if you’ve changed. Even if you’ve done nothing wrong.
But if you haven’t? Say it. Say it loud. “I’m not a predator. I don’t chase children.”
Because monsters wear masks. Sometimes they wear your last name. Sometimes they sit at your dinner table.
So if you see bruises, hear cries, notice silence where there should be laughter— don’t look away. Don’t stay quiet. Report it. Call 911. Be the voice for someone who can’t speak.
Because silence is the loudest accomplice of all.
