“It must have been love, but it’s over now.” – Roxette
Sometimes an overflowing of hate can make a person like me shut completely down. The shards from words that cut can fly through the room. When you’re not looking, sometimes those airborne pieces of glass can pierce straight into the heart.
You may notice it got quiet. You may not.
What happens when even the people who fight for good are tired and weary?
“This is no terror ground, or place for the rage.” – A Strange Kind of Love by Peter Murphy
My recent break from social media left a few of my friends questioning if I was alright. (Don’t worry, I’ll be back by Friday morning. I know a few days in *internet time* adds to about a year or something in reality.) I had to unplug for my sanity.
With all of the racial tensions, gun debates, political arguing, and just good ol’ fashioned hate going on, my brain simply shut down. I’ve been through this before.
Example 1: In the Cold Light of Day
Example 2: Not Tomorrow
(Not forgetting the countless other incidents before those.)
I’m sick of people being ugly to each other.
Perhaps when I return, I’ll be refreshed. Or perhaps, this will summon someone.