I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.

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

I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.

I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

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

Always" is a good word to believe in.