the breathing of the world is erratic but for some it has stopped altogether and i worry i wonder if it could happen to me because of course it could but just the act of thinking that i could be calling you texting you frantically because i have not heard from you and the phone is just buzzing next to you but you can’t answer it baby you can’t pick up the phone why can’t you pick up the phone please pick up the phone good god please answer is simply too much
and to think that a fellow human being would do this to you my brothers and sisters is sickening the world is at war and it is not on foreign soil it is right here in the streets and the night clubs where we should be safe ****** because we need safe spaces for this exact reason but how safe can it be when you can’t pick up the phone baby please pick up the phone
and even though none of my blood and bone were there i feel this deep in my core a kind of sadness that makes me cry in coffee shops rocking back and forth in front of people that i don’t know and i can spend hours curled up in a chair making myself smaller and smaller maybe i will disappear altogether and this will not happen again but of course it will it always does
because the right to carry a gun out of the spacious locker in their homes and into the streets is more important than your lives
and god i am so sorry that you have to live among these people that you my beautiful wolves and lionesses have become the hunted we are not prey we are not wrong we are not a sin and this being yourselves and loving who you want to should not be a death sentence