Wandering Stars

Birds see the best of any creature with a spine, are sacred because they soar the heavens, and with just one of their feathers, and some smoke, prayers make it to God.

White boys thought the world of themselves, thought the world was themselves, and that anything otherwise was out of place, needed to be noticed or ignored.

When you push it down, when you go to kill memory, it finds its ways to haunt you.

You could say that about years you couldn’t get back, wish for normal when normal seemed to be taken away, even if normal was never all that good in the first place.

This is the thing. You don’t know what will happen to you. Everything is one way, and you think you know what that means, and then one day you come to find that no: This is what life is like anymore.

tried not to think of an iron horse carrying them inside it, him and Opal and the rest of the children off to an iron world, where everything was too hard to not end up hardening them, and too heavy to not end up crushing them.

you will have survived starvation and relocation, indoctrination and assimilation,

your suffering does not make you special. There’s a voice inside everyone who suffers that says, no one else has it like this, and so much selfish action comes from listening to that voice. You are not alone, you are not special, and there is help. We have one another.”

Christianity is so weird, but everyone pretends like it isn’t.