I am tired. Very tired.

This morning, I was almost late to work; the bus was running behind. As to why, I don’t know.

And I don’t care.

Because seeing the bodies of a migrant father and his daughter, drowned in the Rio Grande River makes my problems look miniscule. Insignificant. Pathetic.

This is real. This happened. And I want to scream. Because there are so many people out there who are celebrating this.

My soul is tired. My heart is broken, too heavy in my chest. My spirit is spent. I am mentally, emotionally, and spiritually tired on a level I can barely begin to imagine, let alone measure.

I began mourning in November of 2016. I haven’t stopped yet.

I don’t know if I ever will.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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