Va'eiraThis was a lesson in just how quiet it can bewhen you don't make enough noise.Me, holding a toy gun to a stranger's head"Remember when things stopped being ridiculous?"You, eating dandelions in a midnight field"About the same time things stopped making sense."A boy in church camp carved a small crucifixfor his arts and crafts project. He won the blueribbon and a brand new Bible. The next morningI found it hanging over our cabin door.A toad was nailed to the cross.Still breathing.Still breathing.Sometimes we wake up early enough to hide the evil from our world.Still breathing.
Justifications and Salted Smiles"I don't think I'm holding on any longerI'm diving in.I wish that you would see,there's a magical land at the bottom of the oceanwhere waterproof lungs let you beeverything you've dreamed.You can bury underneath the sandand not be found-it's the land that's been promised to mein late night whispersand burnt tearswasted on things that don't matter.I know it's real,broken minds can't lieand I can feel it in my bones-there's something more.What other reasons would we live for?They say you inhale saltwaterand exhale enlightenment.The waves pour over youand finally make you clean (pure)No one knows where y