When I was younger

As a middle schooler, I remember writing a short story about a Dystopian society, after learning what "dystopian" meant.

We touched the surface a bit:
Bush was in office

Youtube wasn't that regulated so I saw my first unaliving film.

The mortifying 9/11 tragedy occurred.

But still I'd been grasping at straws as to truly mold this society.

Never in a million years would I believe that this is going to be the reality of the world when I'm an adult.

These past few weeks have been a blur, an endless stampede of horrifying, strange and unusual news. The material is falling into my lap and I don't have the yearn to write it anymore.

 I just am trying to find a boulder of hope to cling to in these times.