prayer

If this is where we get our heros, then sweet Jesus, no more heros.

no more war

So I was watching Saving Private Ryan last night and during the short commercial breaks they talked about the very immediate war in Afghanistan, and I had war dreams, and I woke up to another god-awful plane tragedy, and I just want to say enough!. I'm done with war. That's it. I'm quitting. I'm just about ready to forget there's a conflict happening and bury myself in friends and work and homework and the 10,000 mundanities of everyday nothing existence spinning. It's never felt more purposeful.

I could not get through September without a battle.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging.
But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living.
I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead.
There's no end. My face is red.
My bloooooooooood flows harshly
My hearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt beats loudly
My chest still drawwwws breath.... I hold it...
-Elvrum