I've been feeling down lately. Most things, even computers, have seemed dull and meaningless. Maybe it's all the generative AI coverage in news that makes me have a bleak outlook on the future of technology. Waking up and seeing people hate on each other for stupid reasons on social media is also depressing. All the vile racism, hate against people who are part of the LGBT spectrum/community (or whatever the correct term is), hate against people who struggle etc. is not exactly uplifting. All of these combined turn into a torturous cacophony of hate and misery. Unsure on why I've been spending time on social media at all, but I guess my brain craved the dopamine rush that it's supposed to give. So I have been spending more time in the kitchen, and now with this weird poem of sorts. Consider it evening therapy…

"I dream of the day"

The darkness is a strain
I'm in pain
Give me a hope
That it's not all in vain
At least let me feel
The joy I once had
When the struggle had meaning
and it was all less bad
I dream of the day
The day of haleness


Why do you hate others?
I fail to see how it bother
A beautiful medley of souls
How can we recover?
The repugnant outlook
That gives you away
It gives nothing but misery
I wish it could be swayed
I dream of the day
The day of love
The day positive emotion embraces us all


I dream of the day
But it might never come…