Thursday, March 23, 2017

Safe At Home

When I was a kid I was afraid of the dark. Sometimes. Now darkness is comforting. I'm still afraid, though. Sometimes. My mind keeps me on short leash. I suppose that if you don't quite know what scares you, then you're anxious, not afraid. 

Weapons of war are mean. That's the point of war, right? We spend too much on war, not enough on love. We salute the generals, we overlook the saints.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

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