Suicidal-Marshmellow

I am young, I am a female, and I am one who finds the world to be a troubling place. What I see is a place full of idiocy and bullshit, a place where corruption has too strong a hold on many things and where flowers wilt into dead grass. People are brought down from greatness and stuck into pins like cattle. Souls are taken and replaced with metallic scraps made from expectations and narrowed minds. Hatred replaces love, as spite does kindness. It is a troubling world indeed.

Yet, through the grim and gray, I see places of good where there is evil, of carefree smiles and actions, of little things that help keep the greater darkness at bay. Green lights across the bay, swords stuck in stone, the things that keep us going in the bleakness known as reality, that which provides us with ways to move on. It is through imagination and perseverance that we can stay above the fog and out of ticky-tacky boxes, and it is how the individual is able to stay just that. It is with art that the mind can break from a heavy shell, where the weight handed from the world can create beauty.

I may not be the most talented, nor the most creative, but in some way known as my own I am both. I am seen as me, for which only one exists. I join the ranks of the sisters, of the daughters, of the friends and loved ones, yet I stand in a way that differs me just as those around me do. We rebel against the boxes on the hillsides, against the identical entities who allowed themselves to be consumed by the troubling world. We are the artists, both old and new, professional and amateur, known and unknown, skilled and unskilled. We are the colors of the wind, the royalty of freedom, and we will not step down into the fog.

-Tierra M.

I could totally turn this into a two-page essay if I really wanted to, but I don't feel like doing so at this time.