We are at war with the world. We are at war with ourselves. We are at war with divinity, morals, and life itself.
Every time I open my eyes I see turmoil, along with its counterpart, ignorance. And we welcome it. Ignorance keeps us sane, helps shake the covers off of our cold, naked bodies the next day. It helps us survive.
Yet children starve.
People raid, murder, hate.
I am a second class citizen.
"Hold on, baby you're losin it... The water's high, you're jumpin into it and lettin go, and no one knows, that you cry but you don't tell anyone, that you might not be the golden one... And you're tied together with a smile but you're comin undone..."
I don't know if I want all this anymore. For any of us. We try so hard, every day, to make things better, make things right. But there will always be hate, always be sorrow, always be doubt.
I once thought love would always win. I believed in God and his love and his grace. And I believed in myself.
But maybe I was just born for sorrow.
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