First let me apologize in advance for today — and likely the next few days. I am grumpy. Very…
Why do we have to stand here, looking on again?
Why do we have to steady our agitated bodies and aching hearts
like creaking, swaying vessels
destined to rock back and forth in perpetuity
as the timber of the spirit buckles internally
as the tremor of splinters twitch incessantly
I feel the same as you in many ways — I, too, am obsessed with everything political and feel the need to write about it several times per day. However, I find that every time I sit down and attempt to write about the administration, I get so frustrated that I feel I cannot communicate my anger effectively. As a result, I end up turning to my art.
Devastating, isn’t it? When you want to cry your heart out but you just can’tㅡbecause you know it is of no use. Because you know crying won’t change anything.
They say it is okay to feel whatever it is you want to feel, but they deem you weak for locking yourself in your room just because you simply can’t take it anymore…