Heal, actually
Unclear to me is why My brain likes unhappy things, Turns them over to see the belly side, And marvels at misshapen things, Ugly things Bad examples; I rewind unjust acts meted out secretly by assholes pretending to be just another guy. I’m not a lover of cruel or ugly truths, But I am a ruminator of them; And some breezy afternoons and some drafty midnights I force myself to list happier times, Greater truths, Noble things; Scientific breakthroughs, Beautiful works of art- So my brain remembers That good and joy and love and wonder Exist, actually Prevail, actually We will heal, actually
