I miss carefree days ...before smoke filled the air and storms battered us left and right (seems like now it's a choice of extremes) ...before fear of walking in daylight even worse at night ...before being forced to carry my papers hoping they even give them...

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month. Pray...not to gods,not to ghosts,but to the middle of this faking month,this sagging spine of Aprilwhere the days begin to wobbleunder their own weight. Pray for the midpoint,the lukewarm center,the hinge where nothing...