Serrated, Adj. And You Said,

The World, Right Now, Is Only Us.

You Never Let Things Go Unanswered For Too Long. Emails. Phone Calls. Questions. As If You Know The Waiting Is The Hardest Part For Me.

I Cannot Think Of A Single Word To Describe What We Feel. I Think We All Feel It, To Varying Degrees. Perhaps In Some Other Language There Is A Word For 'the World Is Terribly Wrong.' That Feeling Of Stun And Unbelief And Abandonment And Shock And Horror And Distress.

This Is Not Something Insignificant. This Is Real. This Is Happening, And This Is Ours.

It's Goodbye To Some Things. And Hello To Others.