this morning

what do we tell our kids? what we'd tell our friends: the truth while we stand with them as we struggle not to turn away from our own hearts. to make sure they get what they need in the moment, in these critical moments, so we don't lose one another.
what will we tell our kids? that we got so close to the future we could taste it, and it was sweet, and it will always be our first choice for what feeds us.
("darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.")
i resolve to be kind and forgiving and strong as a result.
(and yet, and yet... this pain is very real. my country, and i know no other, does not want me. they spit me out of their mouth.)
please take care. for me, and for other headcases: hey! get up and do something that engages your senses so you remember they're there.
make the choices that will help you make your way back to yourself.
till then.