When coping with tragedy, it is far too easy to slip into sweeping generalizations and stereotypes. Let us not lose ourselves in our grief; let us not place blame on the undeserving because of the evil of two individuals.
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.
A love poem in five words:
I was wrong. I’m sorry.
You were a risk I was willing to fuck. But I guess I got fucked in the end.
Do not pity me;
I rise like flames.
And I’m over it.
So stop asking
And no I’m not just saying that.
To sleep long, to sleep soundly.
To drink more, to drink frequently.
To continue on my march to death.
And awaken by the kiss
Of someone new.
Bring me to the ocean.