The World Gets Too Heavy, Sometimes

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  No Houses

Submitted: February 27, 2020

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My heart often-times, has not feeling in itself to write; that does not mean I do not want to write. Quite the opposite,in fact, that is when I find myself wishing I could write something really great, meaningful, and thought-provoking.

I can't change the World. The World is already bored with itself, and trying to change itself, so who am I to step in, like another virus?

I just get bored with myself. I find myself boring; I can remember when I thought I was the only weird one, and everyone else was normal. Now, I am just at a loss for words more often than not concerning what passes for weird.

Mean, cruel, out-spoken, demeaning and derogatory is not weird, it has become the status quo.

And, so what ?

Fuck them and everything they stand for. They stand for only one reason, to watch others fall.

I stand for nothing when it comes to them, unable to see their point of view, in a World full of death, just to make themselves the victor of another casualty, instead of making this World a better place.

I am not here to impress or be impressed upon. I get sad, distraught, upset, bothered, angry, and pissed off, like everyone else.

I, also get humorous, creative, smart, friendly, caring and full of life, like everyone else.

So what, if, sometimes, I do not feel like talking?

Do not feel like expressing?

Who I am letting down, anyway?

Well, I guess myself.

The World gets too heavy sometimes.

I guess I should just learn not to care, and know the difference between the cruelty of my own self abandoned ideas, and the words of others.

I wrote a really great story today, but I will keep it to myself.

And, that is how it always goes.

Because, of what I read, and the reader. 

I become a symptom of my own affliction, but one thing I will not become is the disease passed on.

I am immune to ignorance, and I thank one thing for that:

My heavy heart.


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