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I don’t know what to write

I feel like my story is done

No more work

No more love interests

No more believing in the better good of the world

Who wants to hear from me every day that I’m just in pain and coasting?

Like shit sucks, stuffs getting worse, everyone is asking “what will someone do” and not “what can I do”

And it almost feels like another cosmic joke

The hell I would be starting if I wasn’t glued to my chair

(my new chair by the way my go fund me actually worked and I’m astonished and so grateful)

Tiny lights in a cosmos of darkness

It’s hard to be excited over something as mundane as a new chair when the world is in chaos.

It’s all one big right wing silent coup

There is no left

There’s the alt right, the right, and the right of centre

People still think that their representatives are going to save them

It’s sad that this now applies to my country too

I really wish the US had kept its swamp to itself

It’s sad that lives hang in the balance and no one cares about them

I want to wake up in a world where no person who wants others to suffer for their benefit ever smiled again

I’d take one for the team to see it happen

It would have to backfire like that

Truly it is those without a voice who should lead us forward

I’m well aware I’m stained beyond repair

But I know there are those who bleed love for this world

I wish they could wake up tomorrow in a kinder world than the one they fell asleep to

I know the difference in my politics and those who disagree is that I want care for all and they want to revel in the pain of others

They want to benefit in some way from someone being beneath them

I wish I was still able to hope for a world where even those who exploit could see happiness

I have been dirtied by the mud that is humanity

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