This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Holding

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I am holding the cognitive dissonance for the whole entire world.

People are making their plans for this summer as if the straight of Hormuz wasn’t damned.

Planning travel to Europe or wherever it is rich white people go

As if apartment buildings in Beirut aren’t being bombed, peoples lives shattered in the rubble.

Planning where they are going to college next fall as if they weren’t putting girls in concentration camps, who them somehow mysteriously become pregnant.

Was it immaculate conception or rape?

What do you think?

At the same time the bombs are falling the sun still seems to rise, the earth seems to still turn, without us having anything to do or say about any of it.

And I sit here holding it, unsure .

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