09:27 AM

9:27 AM

broken bodies patrol these streets at night, silhouettes with bad luck and even worse intentions. two shots ring out and a man falls. two shots ring out and one finds God, after only twenty two years on earth. these shadows, sinister and faceless, have taken away something that will never return to me. – – – –
when you have to hold a boy’s brother while he sobs into his hands, while he realizes what he has lost so suddenly and the void he holds, the world will get quiet, because this is the boy that you love and you cannot do anything more for him. your heart will break when you see the confusion in his cloudy blue eyes. the background noise of night will fade away when you realize that the life you seek to protect, to hold still in your arms could also be lost to the darkness, the faceless. the world will get quiet when you realize that the world is unsympathetic to your loss, and has bigger plans.

r.i.p. markus, murdered 7/9/05.