Saturday, December 15, 2012

Something, but what

Something needs to be said,  and yet when I try, realize there is utterly nothing, but nothing, that can be said. No words harsh enough, or soft enough, to mitigate or condemn.   And after all,  words are often like skipping stones across a still lake:  no matter what you say, or how well or poorly, they only go so far and disappear.

Good people died. Babies died.  There it is.


  1. Actually, there are some words that can be said:

  2. The link I posted above might not work. See if this does: