by Lori McCray
There is no sound without silence. No joy without sorrow. No love without conditions. I once lived in a world of black and white, of either/or, of hardly ever both. It was exhausting.
There was a line which separated my ambivalence; a line like the equator. A jagged fault which ran through my existence, carving everything in half. Try as I might I could not splice the splintered pieces, and felt overwhelmed with grief for whatever thread of unity my mind had stitched, before reality was ripped asunder.
Photo credit: Author. “William and Angel”.
Author’s note: I don’t know why I chose this pic. I love it. Good enough reason (Angel was killed by a Coyote, far as i can figure).”