there are times for anger. and action. there are times for confusion and catastrophe. there used to be… time for love.
yet is seems much of my time has been spent feeling overcome by the weight of so many bad things happening all at once that it….
… makes me forget why i’m so angry… because i love.
or why i feel this need to fight against changing winds, rising seas, cultural hatred, and eve_vree_thing else that darkens the sun… because i love>