World

Time and time again, the world has made me hopeful. Just as many times has the world broken my heart.

The world can love me for who I am, and some parts of it do, but a majority of it hates the way I am

I hope and pray that I'll bring meaningful ideas into the world, but all my thoughts run away from me.

I try to write something fun and my own brain says no to that.

I will always be writing about subjects that keep me up at night. The world is the cause for some of that.

The world scares me and it holds my heart. How do you live when your home is at war?