Run Rabbit

There’s this picture of a woman sitting on the ground visibly weeping, two red gumboots next to her that she’s taken off, and a landscape in utter ruination behind her, houses collapsed, the grass turned gray from the water logging, a telephone pole felled across the asphalt that is crumbling, trees with housing support beams strewn through them, and garments, so many garments, clothes, quilts, sheets, blankets, towels, smoke still rising in the air from a far off fire. It’s just, I don’t know, I can’t decide on a word for it, but it’s something right? You all feel it too right? 

Ah, I found a link, see it for yourself

Some guy left a comment, ‘Hard time not crying myself’, I like that, and another person "I’d give her the biggest hug ever." Those are the sort of sentiments that I think say the most, they’re not poetic, they’re not beautifully phrased or transcendental in any sense, it’s that genuine basic emotional response one has when they’re confronted with a bad situation, that terrified nervous response when really, all you can ever do is 3 things, start crying, give them a hug and tell them it’ll all be alright. Beyond that, really, what else can one convey? Sympathy, love and comfort. That’s all anyone wants really.

On a smilier note, same guy who had a hard time not crying posted a link to this, definitely worth seeing, it’s only 30 seconds.