The cracks are filled with the seedlings of a new time, a better time. In which we no longer need to fear guns. In which we no longer are controlled by governments that claim our rights. Our rights are laid upon us upon birth. Our hearts are made for loving, for tenderness. Not for this grief. The loss of safe choice, the loss of free love.
I wake up and worry I won’t see the end of the day because, what if the fire alert goes off and what if someone set fire to my home. Our home. All because one heart can carry so much hatred, all of ours must grieve.
So I light a candle before I go to sleep, despite not being spiritual. Despite not having faith. I want to believe in humanity. That we can turn this around. That we can make the sun set on a better day.