The explosions today rattled us all.
I smiled and laughed, it’s how I deal with tragedy before I rationalize the horror of the situation. That’s when I begin to think about the awful that it really is.
Regardless, reality has come and hit us all hard here, in this city. More shock across the nation, if not the world, knowing that the Marathon is an international event.
It reminds me of the shootings in Norway, but for other reasons.
I keep hearing “That’s your husband”
“You aren’t the one for her”
I mean, I’m falling in love with a new woman everyday,
PLEASE DON’T STOP ME.
It’s only right to rip apart hearts after you have your own denied.
If you can always exist as yourself then do so. But the obvious is still there, it’s not that you shouldn’t care, you should care, lest you contiguously make a fool of yourself, caught in a loop you can only undo once the wheel turning breaks, or falls off it’s hinges.
I have come down, and they continue to tell me to get up.
Get up with whom? I wonder.
I’m trying to do something here, do you not realize the sign says “Do Not Disturb?”
Or do you want me to want you?
It’s not that I don’t.
I’m just not thinking about anything other than what’s in front of me.