Reflection and Poem on the Las Vegas Massacre

Why?

This is too much. All the violence, the pain, the death.

Why?

Does this happen?

Why?

Do people do these horrible acts of violence?

Why?


 

There is an overwhelming amount shock and sadness today that America is working through. I am appalled and horrified that someone would do such a horrendous act of violence. My condolences to all the victims and families affected by this tragedy.

-Alina

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Free Hand #79 (If there was no Time)

Time, it moves and yet it is immobile.

It does not occupy space but is an abstract of it.

We only know that time is real because it is real to us

we decay and die and because of this we know that

there is time for us. I wonder what it would be like

to know no concept of time and drift lightly

through space and existence as you are, as it is,

as it will be. A steady constant, an unchangeable

body or mind that is infinite.


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina

Free Hand #77

Blood boiling; a silent rage. The endless night as it infects and poisons itself. How silence cuts through words, making them bite sized and swalloable. 

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If you’re reading this thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you will return in the future. 

-Alina