I think we as humans have forgotten how to process our feelings before screaming them into the void that is the internet. We don't let them sit in our minds. We speak before we think. Journals are a thing of the past. We type away on our computers and phones, taking the broken-hearted energy we've built up so the moment we see something we don't like, we scream at the stranger on the internet, who is only ever going to chalk us up as a hater or troll.
We don't let ourselves feel all the things we need to anymore. As children, we scream and cry when we've had enough. As adults, we bottle up every hurt, storing it in the jar of our hearts. Every word, every action, we let it add up in the jar like money for swears.
We don't let ourselves cry or scream into our pillows anymore. We just keep going until the moment someone online sparks the match to the brush built up around us.
Then all we are is fire and smoke, embers and flame. Burning, Burning, Burning until all that's left is ruin and ash, a disaster. We don't feel better, but at least our misery has company, right?
We don't tear others down to build ourselves up. We tear others down to not be alone in our misery.
We don't tear others down to build ourselves up. We tear others down to not be alone in our misery.
If we knew how to feel, how to think, how to breathe, we'd start less fights, wage less wars.
There's always going to be injustice.
There's always going to be something wrong in this world. But hate will never solve the problem.
Words are powerful and there is a human being facing the screen. A person who feels. A person who will store up every word spoken to them online. A person who will go away broken, battered, bruised, and take their turn yelling until the fire has spread and devastation is all that's left.
Love is the firebreak
Love is the water
Love doesn't spread as loudly or as confidently as hate. Love is a quiet emotion, shown more in action than in words, making it hard to notice sometimes.
Love doesn't announce itself or demand recourse.
Love exists to heal the parts of our ever-broken hearts and make them a little less... well, broken.
It can be hard to love in a world of darkness and mayhem and pain. But love is the key to which we seek.
There's always going to be injustice.
There's always going to be something wrong in this world. But hate will never solve the problem.
Words are powerful and there is a human being facing the screen. A person who feels. A person who will store up every word spoken to them online. A person who will go away broken, battered, bruised, and take their turn yelling until the fire has spread and devastation is all that's left.
Love is the firebreak
Love is the water
Love doesn't spread as loudly or as confidently as hate. Love is a quiet emotion, shown more in action than in words, making it hard to notice sometimes.
Love doesn't announce itself or demand recourse.
Love exists to heal the parts of our ever-broken hearts and make them a little less... well, broken.
It can be hard to love in a world of darkness and mayhem and pain. But love is the key to which we seek.
