"Doesn't it feel like the world is getting worse?" my roommate asked me as we drove through my hometown, the sun's rays fading on our shoulders. The question hung in the air, heavy from days of red-rimmed headlines and dried tears.
the future
waited
I yearn for certainty. People who are waiting for something know the ache of ambivalence. We are laden within a cloud, waiting for the pressure that will drag us out of the ether and onto the earth, ready to splash ourselves into the world.
graceriot 