Aftermath

I am unsure
Everything has changed.
If you question my response to the current,
So do I.

Is this transition, or is it the aftermath?

I follow;
a fact I have been disregarding for years.

I attempt

but I don't know how hard I try.

I listen to a silent heart break.

I hear things

but I can't recognize them.

Regardless of my desperate search
for a truth in love,

I have my family, whom I take for granted. They are love, surely.

But how many people is enough?
How many loves is enough?
How many different kinds of love are enough?

And why are there variations?

Oh I don't know,
and if everyone in this selfish 'generation'

claims

their own
then we have some new, refreshing , terrifying breakthrough.