I hear the buzzing of my computer and the charger is in the wall. We are so well... connected... How great the great does fall. We splatter each other like bugs on an un-metaphorical wall. There is something wrong with the way we all have gone. The road less traveled has become too comfortable to be on. There is something we have missed and something we have turned on. Lesson to be lessened and action to stand upon. I want to, but am scared- to gather Like a Janis Joplin song Fighting hate crimes and terrorism feels like screaming a silent song. I hold my loved ones tighter, now this boat we stand upon. Will be rocked. Has been rocked. I guess we all now just live in shock. From the power we've turned on. From the power we've turned on.