I lose myself in the music if only for a moment.
It is a swirling storm that reigns my thoughts.
I would normally bake two dozen butter tarts, because you loved them.
They say: Don’t judge your beginning or middle, against someone’s end.
I don’t see you any more, your lights dimmed amidst the glow of others.
We must act on injustice, for those who need it.
Is empathy enough without action?
Play harder than you worry.
Your kindness matters.
I fell apart today picked up the broken pieces, quickly taped them back up, went on my way.
These are silent times.
He said his day’s been… rough. I know what he means.
It was in the silence, the quiet scorn before punishment that I first heard your voice.
Perhaps it's time to flatten other curves.
I stopped, met my deadline...
Amidst the panic/ the anxiety choked hearts...
In the midst of chaos, I create.
But 15 months ago I was in crisis.
What a difference a year makes. I can only watch from afar, the devastation greater than I can fathom. Using numbers doesn’t help me understand the magnitude when it’s ten and one hundred times bigger than my closest reference. And even that I cannot comprehend.
Smooth and round the disc fits in my palm, the perfect spot to rub my thumb over. It soothes my tactile self.
Giving of my heart...