Candles for Orlando, June 15, 2016 Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes. What happens in the span of a year is a blur of motion: feelings smeared across a moving train, purple sorrow, red hurt, green anger, and yellow fear. It’s a whirlwind of emotion, pain twisting around regret and spiraling into depression. But […]
Light a candle in the wind to watch it disappear.
We hug. We cry. We read the names. I’m really glad I’m here.
The friends and family that I love just fighting to survive,
I’ve never felt so dead inside yet never so alive.