Sunday, July 3, 2016
Toward this memoir I am making.
I needed proof of something after a while. A box where memories are kept. And so, still not looking up, still only looking in, I left one room for the other.
My eyes adjusted to present time. My words to present tense.
July 3rd. Four-thirty A.M. May the violence cease. May the skies be all the color we need. May the skies unite us.