May 14, 2016
Sometimes Nothing
Sometimes I want to stand up and scream and fight for what my soul KNOWS is right.
Sometimes I want to hide and only converse with my lemon tree.
Sometimes I want to take on everyone's pain. All my LGBTQsto brothers and sisters who always have to live in fear. All my dark skinned brothers and sisters who face ridicule for simply existing.
Sometimes I want to run into the mountains and never look back -- let the world burn in the fire it's stoked in hatred and blood.
Sometimes I want to blow the fire out and drown it in my tears, sometimes I want to spit into the wind and rage against the machines.
Sometimes I think being good is enough.
Sometimes I realize it isn't.
Sometimes, I get tired.
This is what books are for.
