days of disquiet

while running on this foggy early morning, ravens.



how does one write political literature?  it is to be at heart an idealist and a radical, an optimist.  it is to be by blood, brave.  and uncompromising.  and brave.  

no matter some, many, never few, of your friends will be gone without a trace.  no body.  no trail.  save your own memory.  some photos.  stories you retell and retell.  that has no ending, no. it couldn't have any.

to this day, families and friends still look for their missing.  and to this day, there still are families and friends missing.