i'm wide awake, it's morning

I am devastated. The more I think about yesterday's shooting, the worse I feel. What is happening to us? Are we so divided, and utterly separate? We are. That poor, poor girl. I just can't stop thinking about her. My daughter will be 9 in March. How could this happen? And over political differences, no less. This man was obviously highly disturbed, but to what extent would he have taken his feelings if both parties hadn't been spewing so much vitriol and figurative violence at each other lately? And how can we claim to be a peace-loving nation that thrives on diplomacy when our potential future leaders (did I really just write that?) are behaving like this?

I am nauseous, and worried for my children's future.

The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city cemetery's humming
I'm wide awake, it's morning

- Conor Oberst

does this count?

Firstly, I'd like to get the necessary, "I'm lazy so I don't write in this thing I call a blog often enough to rightly classify it as such and therefore am using the public forum that is known as the internet as a spiffed up, modern day journal" out of the way. There. That feels better.

Moving on, the only real reason I decided to post right now was to relay a twitch. I got a twitch! A sign that I am bored and am ready to write again. Who cares if I never publish a thing? I love the feeling I get when a paragraph finally feels perfect, or when I write a sentence or maybe two that are super top notch, and can't remember how my thought process even brought me to that point because I zoned out and went with my gut instead of analyzing every word to oblivion. Who knew turning off your melon could be so conducive to creativity?