Friday, December 28

Can't Sleep

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.

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