Everyone wants to be a fucking martyr but no wants to wash the dishes.

Who is going to make sure there is medicine and that the vulnerable, disabled and elderly are taken care of?
They just kept making the statement that we have to steal guns to revolt and everything will be solved. Never answering my questions but questioning my “weak spine”

Weighing it, trying to determine if it’s heavy enough for me to carry right now.
Allowing myself to create allows myself to access deeper parts of me I’m often not ready to confront.
It’s like I’m finally ready to start picking up rocks again lol if that makes any sense.

Forced to sit with my thoughts and memories of the last few years since the last time I truly connected with myself (When I’m making art and again isn’t often anymore)
I play back memories in my mind like I’m familiarizing myself with a stone in my hand…

Do it I double dog dare you ⚔️