Inspired by “Sometimes the earth is cruel” by Leonard Pitts
Sometimes the mind is cruel.
That is ultimately the lesson here, as kids are trapped, families lose members, and the dead lie unclaimed by the ones they once kissed goodnight.
Sometimes it rains, and does not stop. Pounding at our head like waves crashing the shore. Sometimes feeling wind blowing, knocking you over, others laugh, as you choke to find words.
Sometimes the mind is cruel, and always when it is, we all do different things. But Consequentially we all put ourselves back in. We weep and mourn, good moments feel bland and the bad feel worse than hell. Some go on. This is the part of life, Arguably the worst.
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