IT’S WAR OUT THERE!
Sometimes I find it hard to write. My mind just won't spread to creativity. At
times because I am sad and cannot escape my head, aches, and woes. But
sometimes, I find no reason at all. Just a blank day, I guess. I have tried forcing
myself to write in such a mood, and it never works. My creative train runs out of
power within a few lines to none.
Other times, though, it is purely a matter of a topic and the aura it carries its
possibility to be a ticking time bomb or a grenade in hand. I think of discussing
politics sometimes, but my views are so divergent from the norm, I support none
and judge all alike. Delving into what I mean would most certainly rub some the
wrong way, hence, best to stay away.
Think of love, I could directly disprove an
act others value and consider love, and in turn, get yet another argument, on
purely personal matters. Better let it be. I could open up my heart and pour it out,
but there is always going to be those who think it's attention-seeking, show off or
otherwise, so why put myself in the firing line knowingly? How to raise kids, and
moral standards still spark hatred and segregation, why drive the rift any deeper
and wider? Re