I'm done. Done with the hardest semester of my life.
Feeling like a literal weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
The sun is out, its 75 degrees, and I'm ready to slip into absolute bliss.
Sleep, read, eat, repeat for the next month.
Life is so damn good.

Sometimes

I want to write the things no one can read

It was cold. Really cold. But we all came together to stand next to each other, subtly leaning for support, to listen to poems that made sense out of absolutely nothing under the moonlight. We patiently waited as one person lit the next's candle, struggling to keep the flame alive. What an unfortunately appropriate metaphor.

There are no words to express what happened on Friday in Newtown, CT because irrationality, outrage, absolute disbelief... Those are feelings we can seldom articulate properly.

Every time the wind extinguished the little light that we were hanging on to, someone made sure to walk over and offer some of their own. And that's an appropriate metaphor too.

We can't keep idly standing by as innocent children – children out of all people – get murdered. We can't pray anymore if it means we'll remain on our hands and knees. 

No one wanted to leave.

But the kids didn't either.

Something needs to change.

We shouldn't fear the end of the world.
We should fear that the world as we now know it won't end.

I know we're all going to feel this way one day...

I just hope it's soon.

And then maybe one little thing falls into place,
And maybe it's not that bad,
In fact,
Maybe – just maybe – life's pretty damn good.

Well,

Things could be worse.

But they could also be a lot better.