We’re the Worst / Coloured with Inspiration

I have a million things on my mind, and yet I can’t help but think about the Roe vs Wade case. I would like to say that it was a dark day for humanity, but I think we’ve been having so many of those recently that it doesn’t feel natural anymore. The world feels like a place filled with plastic people and toxic ideals - and in that dark, unfavourable place, humanity is continuing to thrive as if nothing is meant to bother us. The air we breathe constantly reeks of despair, death and delusion, and we are expected to not feel suffocated. We’re the worst version of humanity that has had the pleasure of ever inheriting this planet.

It’s shameful, really.

I can’t write a lot about what’s happening because I don’t want to. What I want to write about is being human. Does it even mean anything anymore? A mass of flesh and bones? Is that all we are? Do we not care if some people on the other side of the globe just … cease to exist because some media-washed guy decided that they don’t deserve to live? Hell, the perpetrators are the safest people afterwards - surrounded by layers of society too thin to cover up what has been done. However, we love to pretend as if nothing has happened - and this is why we go back to normal so fast.

And I hate it.

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The days are finally long again, and by long, I mean the sun sets after 10 p.m. Believe it or not, I usually have no energy left beyond 6 p.m. A lot of it is spent in doing things of absolutely no use to me, but then the rest manifests itself as words, pictures and colors of sorts. The summers have brought with it a galore of new shades yet again, and I feel inspired for a change. To write, to read, but mostly, to create.

Not right now though. As I said, I’m pretty tired and it sucks.

Until next time?