photographs and minispeakers your guitar playing while I pray lipbalm and toothbrush candles burning down walking for miles and miles in the water but never reaching the sea
listening to their laughter in the living room, I scribbled onto a paper: 'I don't think I can do this. I'm not ready for my heart to be broken again.'
We are hungry too often, when we should thank our blessings for being full. And now, we read the horoscopes instead of the front page photo of the girl's torn body beneath the shrubble.