Today my heart breaks. It breaks for a man who was taken from this world by another. So many saw your cries, yet no one heard. You laid there with another man’s weight on your neck, begging for you mother’s help. The words, “I can’t breathe,” now a fraise that’s haunting.
My heart breaks for you, your family, your community. Our world, our country, lays in shambles. We need help. We need change. This can’t be accepted as our “normal.” Are we not better than this? Is one man’s life not as valuable as another?
I can’t stand this. I can’t stand the evil that man is capable of. God help us. Save us from ourselves.
George Floyd, may your soul rest In peace in a place much better than this.
A place where lights shine so bright. Buildings reach up and touch an ever changing sky. A sea of people flood the streets, traveling to the beat of their own drum.
For some time I’ve wished to travel here – to get lost amongst the crowd. I want to climb so high on steel platforms that I can reach and almost touch the sky.
I don’t want to call you home, just to visit for a little while. Find a small apartment lined with brick walls. I wish to open my balcony door and let in the sounds of the city – maybe sit on my balcony as nature floods the streets with rain. Sitting with a coffee in one hand and a book in the other, letting the bitter aroma and sounds of turning pages fill the air.
Maybe even find my spot in a coffee shop and resting my fingers on keys. My thoughts making a universe of my own.
Possibilities span as high as the tallest skyscraper. A place where dreams flourish and take flight. A place called New York sounds just right.