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azdesertroseI don't quite know how to put into words what I'm feeling right now. I'm physically tired but I can't sleep because my brain will NOT SHUT UP.
I read Beloved by Toni Morrison, and it is a very haunting story. Beautifully written and incredibly important, but the story weighs on the mind.
I see what the world is. I see the hatred. I know I should fight it. I know that even if my fighting will not fix it, I should fight anyway.
But part of me wants to just go hide somewhere. To hide from the hatred. To cover my head with the blankets and never look up again.
I read Beloved by Toni Morrison, and it is a very haunting story. Beautifully written and incredibly important, but the story weighs on the mind.
I see what the world is. I see the hatred. I know I should fight it. I know that even if my fighting will not fix it, I should fight anyway.
But part of me wants to just go hide somewhere. To hide from the hatred. To cover my head with the blankets and never look up again.
