Exhausted. Spent. So weary of words. There are those who seem able to contain it, the grief I mean. But there’s something wrong with me. I’m a spider’s web. Touch one part, and the whole shivers. There are shootings and retaliations. And there are answers. God deliver us from the people with answers. Life is suffocating. And they use up air with their arguments. Helplessness is a bitter thing. People have answers and they look at me as though I... Read more