Twenty-six killed, twenty injured
in a small rural Texas town...
I'm tired
more tired...
1.
a countless slumber...
It burns at 4 in the morning
When your eyes won't close...
Quiet contemplation
My reflection in glass like a ghost...
Bleeding feet.
Boot-soles torn in jagged stripes...
Cogitating our path,
the many possibilities...
Yes, you have the power
But it's based on money and lies...
I missed the rain
but the metaphorical hit...
Hurt girl
Living in a hate world...
Logic is a crystal warrior
Brave face sculpted bright as a glacier...
Symbolic etchings of happy and sadness
Drenched with significance upon my canvas...