The first appearance of the morning sun slept across the walls and sheets of my quiet room. Weightless dusts decorate the silence in frozen time.
Little does the world within this room know the chaos that’s inside me. I didn’t sleep, yet somehow the sheets have wrinkled through the night. The thoughts endlessly swirl around my mind in thunderous waves, yet the silence dances on around me. My heart sends bursts of murderous thuds through my chest, yet the sun sleeps perfectly in utter content. I’m in chaos and everything is in order.
Guys it’s really important during this whole ferguson protest that we as social media DO NOT back down until punishment is dealt to those racists. If we let this movement die, then the oppressors win. I’ve seen stuff like this before and the majority of people stop posting about it within a week. We can’t let that happen, this is too important. so keep reblogging and keep posting until these darn racists are punished for their awful inhumane actions.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.