The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
Sometimes, the task is to give life to the darkness
And find that, through proper care, the shadows are able to make their way to a new home
Instead of lingering in the forgotten corners of what was left behind.
I’m noticing how easy it is to lose passion in happiness. The fairytale’s complete, now what? It’s just comfort upon comfort upon comfort, and all of a sudden there are a thousand nuances overlooked, and I’m worlds away from him, feeling like I need to run, jump, dive, ski, swim, anything to ...
“Help,” I thought, looking around to others, “I need a tourniquet. Can’t you see my friend is dying?” But as I search the familiar faces around me, I realize they are all bleeding out in their grief. There isn’t enough triage in the world to save you from this pain.