Not yet love
You know when things go really bad, some random act of kindness can sort of clear your head and remind of why you are what you are. Whoever it is.
My city of lights has been draped in black for the past couple of days. I never understood mourning over a loss as great as this. Mere tears never suffice. Pain is never enough.
Today, being alone and soaked in the sunshine, I figured that whatever I have to do isn’t because I’m told to do it. It’s just because it’s what is right. That’s all it ever was. So right.
Where I’m At:
It struck me soon, however, there would be more sense in endeavouring to repair some of his wrongs than shedding tears over them (WH- Emily Bronte)