Wanting to believe that goodness will win
I don't
Seeing it ****** from it's core and strangled in the dark

Wanting to believe that love will last
I don't
Seeing it exploited and smeared then ripped and destroyed

Wanting to know that All will be well
I don't
Knowing the outcome could be bleak
It's devastation could be crippling

and still,

I throw myself in


Chaos is where I thrive

where I spread my far cast

Creativity flourishes
Spanning out to make beauty where there is none

Hatred surrounding me
I dream up ways to counter balance

with art
with words
with empathy

a simple smile

to be real
to all without ulterior motivation
Giving freely the heart feltedness
that I so
Desire
and so

.. Expect