A day later and the gravity of all that occurred rest heavy on my heart and my mind.
Last night was sleepless, the insomnia waded far into the dawn. When sleep came it was brief, for the alarm jarred me back to reality. There were no dreams, I’m not sure my unconscious had time to unpack and restructure the days events so I could grasp it.
The visceral. hate, it was so raw. However the message was confusing, a fight for liberty in a “free society” where no one has that inconsequential freedom that was so vagrantly expressed. Where by you get to disrespect and violate the same nation you say you love.
I didn’t understand who was taking their freedoms, I didn’t understand exactly who was their enemy.
This entertaining of different realities, false realities, existing the same time the real reality existed is what has gotten us to this point. When did honesty leave the room?
I had succumb to Twitter for respite, and a few many quick laughs to push pass the feeling of fear and anxiety, if what was attempted had actually been successful.
All though the message and their fight was confusing, it was glaring to each person who didn’t have their privilege, that if shit (no other expression proved worthy) had hit the fan and got real, were we prepared? Were we really prepared mentality, emotionally and physically for if anything that they were obviously prepared to deliver. And whom, if any who couldn’t protect the Capitol building would even protect us looking on. It was a question that has been asked and answered verbally and non verbally.
Hopefully this is the bottom, there is no other direction to go other that the top.
#january6th. #2021 #whatif #aturningpoint #atthebottom #privilege #ifyouwantproof
