People are terrible. People are wonderful. Life is a struggle. Life is joy. Down. Up. Chaos. Calm.
I need to hop in the car and drive until I can find calm again. I can’t go anywhere because the windowless car is full of glass. There are strangers knocking on my door asking me to bleed for their audience of comment trolls.
We are walking volcanoes. The lava inside is burning and suffocating. If we erupt, we destroy everything around us.