No Answers

I haven’t written in so long because I am just angry and tired of “listening to my own shit”, as a wise philosopher once said to me. I feel like this is all I have to say today, so I’m gonna say it.

There are so many things ‘we’ do that are beneath ‘us’.  I don’t mean that in the power over/under sense.  I mean that we take our beautiful voice and use it for shit-talking.  We turn our elegant mind to figuring out ways to hurt others. We harden our wild hearts to other’s vulnerability.

We use our gifts to fan the flames of fear and anger and pain.

No need of an Inquisition.  We burn each other.

Why do we do that?