“My head aches. I don’t remember writing this. We found it on a misty day in the clouds. I wonder if she’ll return.”
This has been Day 24
“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.
This was my reaction when I first heard the news late last night:
Rest in Peace, Champ. I remember watching you with my grandfather as a kid. You made me love boxing. & Rocky movies. https://t.co/KPrmDXRbF5
— Daydreams (@Card_Castles) June 4, 2016
Though, it’s hard to express all of the emotion and feelings that were running through me in just 150 characters.
I remember first hearing a few days back that The Champ was in critical condition. This had me thinking back to those times as a child where my grandfather and I would sit in front of the TV in sheer amazement over old footage of Ali’s greatness in the ring. My grandfather loved boxing, and Ali was a hero of his. That love of not only the sport, but the man himself, got passed down to me.
He was a graceful giant, who danced around that ring like as he so beautifully said—a butterfly, in his iconic quote:
“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”
The world is outpouring with love and support for this man and his family—as it should be. I only hope his messages of loving one another resonate with all of us. That way maybe we can change the condition of the current state of our world. I’ve seen a beautiful thing today with people of every race, color, and creed coming together to mourn the loss of such a great and powerful human being.
Float like a butterfly, Great One.
This was a photo from last year, February. It was too good to pass up. It has such a positive message that it fits perfectly for the beginning to a new month.
The candy was arranged in this way, but it was like it was meant to be. I was looking for a pink theme & these were the last three pink ones left. Strange yet beautiful, right?