I want to write about the whole Zimmerman verdict, but every time I start the post becomes about prejudice, and rights, and discrimination, and profiling, and constitutional principles, and To Kill a Mockingbird, and multiculturism, and multi-racialism, and my experiences. It becomes HUGE.
And I do not know if I have the words.
And I do not know if anyone would listen.
Or what difference it would make.
And to tell the truth, the entire prospect of writing about this is not just daunting. It is exhausting.
I think that it might be too big to be a post. It might be too big for any of the ways that I normally express myself. Prose, poetry, drawing, painting, sculpting, guitar, harmonica, banjo, ukulele, and singing have all been ways that I have used to get things out.
But I do not think that any one of them will do it for me this time. I want to try something different. I need to try something different.
I do not know if I have the stamina for it, but at the moment, I feel like I need to use them all. All of the arts that I have used in the past. I need to stretch them and make something that is mine.
I do not know if I will share it after I am done. Truthfully, I do not know if I will finish. I have a habit of being distracted by life.
But I need to try.