Revolution?

The other day, I happened to see one of my friends wearing some t-shirt, and I noticed that in huge letters it said, "Projekt Revolution". It looked interesting, so i had another look thinking it was promoting some kind of cause. It turned out to be a concert t-shirt. I kinda started thinking. A lot of things are a "revolution" nowadays, aren't they. Rebellion is the new default. Ours peers drink cuz its rebellion, they get tattoos, cuz its rebellion, they curse, have sex, and lie, cuz it's rebellion and its cool. It's revolution and we do it because we're young and that's our thing. Being in a situation like one of those, I see more and more it being the person who refuses that's being the rebel. This is probably an exaggeration and I know I barely make any sense. But I feel like true revolution is loosing its value. Now, wearing something weird is a revolution, buying/not buying is a revolution, listening to a new kind of music is revolution and so is living on the edge and refusing what old people say.
But strip it down and what is it truly?
Where's the true revolution, the movement, not the norm or typical?
The kind that listens, loves, stands.
The kind that blew peoples' minds in big and small ways, and left us thinking about it today.
Where's the revolution with a core that is harder to do than anything, yet can be subtle yet huge at the same time.

This doesn't really make much sense in words, it does in my head.
ha.

Lonely Nation

Hiding behind the ears or our ipods, we feel so together. Feeling like this music defines us, is us, we stop talking. We lost ability to speak and we just feel. We are rebellious youth, we push everything away. Lonely rebellious, hail our so-called liberty. We've pushed away our families for our friends, pushed away rules, breaking boundaries and expectations. We pushed away rules because we're way to cool and pushed away a God because of course, we know everything.
What are we looking for? We're never satisfied and it's never fair. Claiming we're never understood, we march. What is this quiet breakdown that cleverly eats us? We search in boyfriends, sex, music and tv, yet we cry that we're lonely.
Where do we find something that doesn't fail us? What are we looking for?

Things I Don't Understand

Things I Don’t Understand

Things I don't understand.

God.

Love.

Politics.

People.

Emotions.

Time.

Why I can never explain myself.

I'm so little and there is so much,

so much that my mind cannot even wrap around my own thoughts to create words that say what I feel. It's like taking speechless to a whole new level, one of reoccurrence.