Tragedy swarms humanity. Collectively, we fight back. We stay home, share wealth, goods and cheer. We celebrate sacrifice and unify our will to survive. We cry. We question. We stay in bed longer than usual. We dance. We panic. We run. We grieve.
The seal broke releasing the past. Its sentence was up and like an uninvited haunting it was making its arrival known. Wanting to hide in fear it chased me down. Like a child I hid under my blanket pretending that if I couldn’t see her, she couldn’t see me. My protective force was faulty. IContinue reading “She is Past”