09/13/2025
That image of Charlie Kirk, has lodged in my chest, refusing to budge. The symbolic and literal silencing. As a person who has been silent most of my life, this resonates, this is a call. This is evil, delivered by human pawns, lunging to silence any voice that won't stay quiet. Desperate, ugly, clawing at truth before it can echo.
I can't wrap my head around it, honestly. Joy in the death of another human? What hollows a person out that far? We've twisted so bad that differing opinions aren't just debates anymore—they're relationship cyanide, family fractures. I don't know when or how it flipped, the change was probably insignificant at first, one snide comment at a time, until here we are: camps instead of tables, walls instead of windows. It leaves me staring at the ceiling, wondering if grace is even possible anymore. My heart is broken, this whole undercurrent of hate bubbling over beliefs, like we've forgotten we're all just fumbling through the same mess.
Me? I've been the queen of swallowing words, smoothing edges since I could talk. Raised in that steady hum of Christianity, I searched for a couple decades—found myself in Buddhism's deep, still waters, self-realization's raw unpeeling, animism's whisper in the trees. Each step in the journey revealed more to me. But this? It's cracking me open, pulling me back toward church pews, forgiveness, and persistent hope. Plum Brilliance flips to personal today—not for likes, but because holding it in feels like cowardice. I've spent my life finding my voice, I won't choke it now. This is my authenticity. Will I lose followers? Probably will. And that's okay. Some truths aren't built for crowds.
God, I miss those family gatherings—multiple generations, plates steaming, voices overlapping in the chaos, opinions bouncing off forks and laughter without anyone storming out. We held it all then, differences and all. Now? I don't know. Maybe it's too far gone. But sitting here, heart heavy, I figure speaking is the smallest rebellion. One voice, throat open, even if no one's listening.
