Once again a gun, a young man aching for a fight he could not win. Judging others for their choices, no not choices, but their lives, their life blood spilled onto a dance floor for one man's fear of choices he would not face. If only we could find the grace to lie next to each other and look up at the stars. We are so very small, and our differences even smaller. This was written on the day after the nightclub shooting in Colorado Springs that left at least five people dead, as well as in response to a prompt from Miz Quickly on 11/20/22.
the raven's eye 
Oh, how I ache for this:
“If only we could find the grace to lie
next to each other and look up
at the stars. We are so very small,
and our differences even smaller.”
What a marvelous solution.
Some people fear being small more than death.
This is heartbreakingly wise.