the reverse side of love is unbearable loss.

They had bombed and burned,killed and maimed,plundered and looted.Now they had come to claim the land.

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?

A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.

I watch life trickle from the bullet wound of a sixteen-year-old "example" and marvel how things weak, even words, will turn vicious and merciless to gain power,despite reason or history

Always" is a good word to believe in.

the reverse side of love is unbearable loss.