today is strange.

i have a peculiar urge to cry.
my stomach feels sick.
the air is cold, full of sadness.

tears formed in my eyes this morning,
i didn't want to leave morgan.

thirty-three people lie dead in virginia.
supposedly it's the worst shooting in the history of the US.
it seems like a statistic worthy of international ranking.
thirty-three lives gone is absurd.
i wish death were never an option out of sadness, anger, humiliation,
revenge, reciprocation, mental instability, and irrational thinking.
death should come when it does,
it is not for someone else to dictate.

tears, tears, tears.
my head aches, my heart is heavy.
tragedy, travesty, atrocity.