The moment I drank a cup of tears and purged only wisdom, I saw you emanating vividly.
Your mind so sweet dropping bits of honey as you wept about your past, the energy was pulsating through your hands and a soft green fern enveloped us, so effervescent and dazzling. I imagine how your once limpid river of life must now feel misdirected and murky, how precious those lives were to your soft psyche, how much I want to patch those bullet holes with tender kisses and healing crystals and long car rides anywhere but home because the smell of death and anger still lingers.
Try to forgive, try to forget, try to love and laugh and trust and hope. Just keep drinking and you’ll find the answer to every tear shed, the world protects those who emanate love instead of dread.