The words of Sunni's poem have become an underlying force these past couple of weeks. Far too much struggle and chaos and, yes, light awaits, rejoicing is often, but somedays I cannot help but see this city, my block, this world as a sad & dangerous place.
I feel haunted by words I wish I could take back, words I left unspoken, everyday struggles I observed too closely, everyday beauties I ignored completely.
I wish it were still raining because then I'd just lie in bed, listening, until I fell asleep. Sometimes I get so tired of the sirens and the shouting.