Hell Froze Over

[jurys_out]

 I have energy this morning. Thank god.

I find myself drifting nearer and nearer to devoting most of my care to politics. There aren't many people in my life, and I don't do important work. I have strong morals and strong beliefs; they could get stronger. It's something to care about, something worth it to devote my life to, to equality and justice and revolution. Maybe that's something I'll explore more as time goes on.

I'm getting tired of the dance I live in. Therapy and therapy and doctors. Avoiding questions from my family. Avoiding questions from everyone. Disinterest in my entire life. I don't just want to break the cycle; I want to kill it with my own two hands. I'll work on it. I guess.

In the meantime, here's a poem I wrote about my brother.

The most important person in history
is my Brother.
Not Shakespeare or Stanislav
Petrov or George Washington.
It's my Brother
and I think if you knew him
you would say the same thing.

When he cries I
cry
When he's angry I'm
angry
When he's happy I'm
happy.
My father, my
brother, my best friend.

My brother is the most important
person in the world,
in history.

Good things don't learn from themselves; each day we crawl out of Hell! (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡ Much love!