Wow

By most standards my week has been pretty crap. That itself might even be an understatement.
I'm not even gonna go into the details of the drama, but I brought it all upon myself which I guess makes it slightly better, but not really.
It's like my brain just hasn't been turned on for like the last couple of weeks. Maybe I've been distracted or maybe I just need a break.
I'm seriously considering making the move to a hippy commune in some far away place, changing my name and never coming back.
But I mean, that's just unrealistic so instead I am gonna smile and laugh and be grateful for the things I have.
It has been a rough week but in the grand scheme of things I'm being pretty melodramatic. I actually have nothing to complain about it. Or to worry about - Matthew 6:23. There is food in my fridge, I have clothes to wear, I have money and even if I didn't, I have parents that can provide for me. I am getting a good education, I have a clean water supply, I live in a country where I'm allowed to express myself and I am not oppressed by leaders in whom I meant to trust. I am a young, black woman and on Thursday, I voted. Now that's big. And on top of all that I have a God who loves me so much, I can't even begin to write about Him and His general greatness. I have a fly family and some superfly friends. I am writing this blog from the comfort of my bed on some hitech gadget and my fingers are flying across the screen with ease, my foot is tapping to the beat of my music... I could go on. But yeah, just trying to say that I have so much to be grateful for that the suckish things that happen just seem kinda relevant. I won't completely ignore them though, I'm not like immune to pain and sadness, I'm just trying not to let myself be overcome with those kinda feelings.

I still haven't cried.
I'm not sure when I will.

My notebook is full of poems that have no titles and titles that have no poems.

Another unnamed...

A painting would never deny that it was painted
And a creation should not deny that it was created
But that's what seems to be happening with these evolution theories
Darwin proved that we just came to be
but our first be was ape and over time our backs got straight, we lost a lot of hair and we developed some form of communication
There are still so many things unexplainable
but we choose not to attribute them to a God who's able.
Instead we incessantly deny, deny our creator
But how can you possibly have a painting without a painter?