I’ve been clawing my way over and under these feelings since that November 8 evening.
Long before then, I was frightened, angry, and shocked as I watched little donnie in his made-for-twitter gutters and swamps.
Everything he’s done, everything he is doing, is exactly what I’ve come to expect. Nothing he does surprises me. That’s what scares me the most.
Hope. In you. In us. In the best we have to give on the other side of the stream.