Navigating Solutions and Darkness

Maybe I do have less than you after all 

  Panic and fear. Too many things. Floating along, lost, unguided. Feeling as though nobody else speaks my language. Feeling as though perhaps I do not speak their language. How can such stupidity make sense to everyone else? Did we not grow up speaking the same language? How are people so willing to be content with ignorance? What stops them from discovering the whole truth before making accusations? How do those accusations make sense? I am not calm. Why did she say I was? I have not changed. Why did she think I have. And if I have changed - is that a good thing? Among snakes like those, isn't it right to be angry, to be flame, to burn everything? No, telling me I am calm doesn't please me. I must be fury. I must be fire. I must destroy everything before it has the chance to destroy me. Panic and fear. Too many decisions. Fear. Fear. Fear. FEAR. I cannot survive. I cannot live. I wish for death. I wish I was dead. I wish everyone was. - Written June 2, 2017 Context Unknown 

  Reposted from Twitter user @AlnaouqA Watermark on image reads: Anas Al-Shareef Dated: Possibly January 2024 Location: Possibly Al Jabalia Refugee Camp, Gaza, Palestine  Crawl back into the shadows from whence we came  Every last achievement turn'd to ash and blood  Something somewhere laughs at what we have to say  Dancing puppets treading safeties / Giving sanity away  I'm alive! Look at me  Look at the things I carved  Out of flesh and blood my own  Out of spite and fury thine  I'm alive! A win, a victory snatched  From the jaws of life  I turn triumphantly into the silence to find The laughter of children silenced forever