Continental Divide

There are dark and terrible struggles that belong to us. Machines created to help, manipulated to destroy; men meaning to help but thrust into a world of deceit where spent ammunition litters the sand and lies riddle the brain. There are dark and terrible secrets that belong to us, hidden meanings that haunt us and leave us feeling empty. We are confused and misconstrued, missing the mark and reading the wrong billboards. Still, there is beauty and somehow there is warmth in the darkness, a connection from one person to the next, across great distances, oceans, races, nations and continents.

I watch the insects buzz in circles around the light and as I almost cry the protective eye on my Turkish bracelet watches over me.

There is more. We can be more than this.