I took these last Saturday morning from the back yard.
I wrote this a few days ago, watching the rush to reopen and how upsetting it’s made me.
I see the fall
Everyone out for themselves.
The sacrifice was far too weak.
The first lesson is not one to teach.
We’d rather learn the hard way.
We need higher numbers – more lives we couldn’t save.
We’d rather never see their face.
You poor, poor thing…
Yesterday is a losing game.
And it makes me sick inside.
I’ll be proven right.
They’re all out for themselves, bringing fires of hell.
Witnessing the fall,
I wish I was wrong.
Collage on the cover of my note book.
I’m content when working on art. I hate having to let that feeling go when I have to step away.