another heart is shattered by the violence of our sad world of suppressed realities and untamed wildernesses within. another member of the survivor's club searches for a reason to get out of bed. what can i do? i hold you. i offer in my eyes a story of survival that hopes to transmit my heart to yours. i want to wrap you in my love and tell you everything is going to be okay. i want to erase the terror from your body. i listen. it's what i do best. i listen without judgment as you tell me that the sanctity of your home, body and spirit was violated. i cry the tears of a generation, of an entire race lost in memory and searching for meaning in all the wrong places. i heal myself in the hope that others will do the same.