The second post I wrote on this blog was the day of the Boston Marathon bombing in April of 2013. It’s a poorly written post because there was no way for me to find the strength to describe the depth of feeling of that loss. Today, I find myself in the same situation. It’s my day to post and my heart is broken. I have nothing to say because I am too filled with grief and incredible anger. I have found no comfort in any words because I am so sick of all the talking.
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
-Sylvia Plath
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God, I know, there is just no way to talk to anybody–it keeps happening and happening–but we do NOTHING. We let ourselves be bullied by the ignorant and the greedy.
Hello, darkness, my old friend; I’ve come to talk with you again…
silence speaks louder than words you said little but with a very powerful meaning….
❤ Thank you.