WritingbyJordan

Sometimes I think I’ve made up my own hell…

Like everything was too good and easy so that I needed some sort of suffering

I needed more pain

Something to give meaning

Though I was confused

Meaning can only be found in love

in kindness

in giving

without the pain and suffering

I only went to it because anger is easy

Because I was a boy

Pain and anger is easy

Love is hard

And though I’m still looking

It can start with the size of a pebble

Drop it in the water

And see life’s ripples touch those around