Oh boy. Sorry, amiga. Can't go back. To before. I don't think stuff that's happened to us ever goes away. And the visuals are the clearest, most affective way to tell us.
Things rarely work out right. Even knowing, what we should be do, we may not, or may not be let. Or we might fail, or run away in fear. Millions of things happen to millions of people. Maybe we can prevent them and do, or don't; maybe we can't; maybe we don't know.
I think it's a play. A weird, nasty, serious play. And our roles, whether we like them or not, we cannot escape. Even if we think one way, for certain, and act another, so be it. It is.
There has to be a whole, and a forgiveness.
Something big will overcome this horror.
It would have to be, big and overcoming, for this;
and it is right. |
