Purple County

Tomorrow morning when I wake up, everything is going to change. That’s what they say, that’s what everyone tells me. I just wish my rights were seen as human rights. I wish our rights are actually guaranteed, not based on what hue holds up the flag. Whatever happened to freedom? Or does our freedom depend on what you think our freedom should look like?

No matter what happens in the early hours of the morning, our fear will live on. We all grew up believing we were going to make the world an even better place, so when we found out it wasn’t a good place to begin with, it was shocking. To find out no matter what we do, we can’t make it better, it was devastating. We’re not kids anymore, but we still feel like we are. We just want to be in control of our lives for once and live through this.

I don’t think it is just the nature of growing up anymore. The fact that we can see it all so clearly and for what all of this is, but somehow it just doesn’t make any sense. Is the media playing games or are people actually that stupid? I want to say I remember simpler times, but the truth is, I don’t. I don’t think what we had all those years ago was ever real. We look back at the worst of times with rose tinted glasses, when in reality everything has always been an ominous, foretelling gray.