The system is fucked. I shouldn’t have to fight for what’s right, it should just be right. Children should automatically be fucking protected because they’re fucking innocent little humans who depend on us to keep them fucking alive.
When your life is in shambles around you and there’s no one who can really help you just have to do what you know how to do. I know how to scrap. Scrap when I have nothing. Scrap when I’ve run out of options. It’s my last survival tactic.
It makes me feel old and deprecate. Weary. My bones creak hollowly, emptily. It’s hard to get up at any point. The gravity is sucking me down too hard, an abrasive beast.
Reclusive, disconnected. Everyone talking on the other line saying I’m not around but no one sees me listening. I’ve never been normal enough, and yet they all roll their eyes and say “what is normal?”
But you’ve never had the moon fall from the big black and sink into your eyeball and down to your toes. You’ve never smiled at a snake just to get it to smile back. You’ve never hit a bat with a rake just to have combat.