I don't have words to paint pictures of the scenes that tear my heart out and leave it writhing. What kind of love is one that allows me to spend an afternoon soaking up the peace and beauty of the mystical woods in solitude while they run screaming from exploding homes with no where to go that offers them a beautiful place to rest in safety while they sob their grief for their parents... for their children? I can't stop crying for the people I never met yet love with all my heart. How can I feel peace until they can do the same?
My God! We can't go on like this!