Too early for intrusive sirens, I'm buying poptarts at walgreens and saying a prayer in your direction. It's not the same anymore and I'm so desperate to make something tough into something better but joy is a hard quality to navigate under rough circumstances- even when you've got it, it's hard to give out when the whole world is crying but won't just hold hands. There's something beautiful in all of this, I know. But I don't know how to help you get that, how to help hold your judgments back or how to dry tears you're not even sure you're crying. People never know if I mean it or not, but I do. It's about the translation. You know? I stare at the marble and try to find the faces in the twists, try to see if I can find a lion in the white walls.

I want you to know I wouldn't choose any other way of living because I love it just like this.

In other news, I like the sound of Obama's voice.

Scripture says He shall wipe away every tear from their eyes...