A new dawn beckons and I have not slept. The trauma of past events makes me acutely aware of the intensity of raw emotion. Raw, deep emotion, naked, painful, brutal.
I am a deeply sensitive man. I look into the eyes of a loved one and I sense their anguish, their desperation. I gaze out the window at the early light. I so wish for inspiration, find the words, the actions, that will bestow a sense of comfort, to the tormented soul, of a child in pain.