plagued, knowing I am,
on the tightrope between dreams.
We have all taken this hard, the murder of my son’s best friend. Without going into details I will simply say that I hope justice is served. I try to stay positive, but this has hit too close to home. I usually work things out in my head through words and images. I hope I am not sounding too negative, I know it isn’t a pleasant subject, I am trying to simply live through it. My empathic feelings towards the mother who has lost her child leaves me cold. I am a mess.