Wild Dark Shore

by Charlotte McConaghy

And I can understand why he might not, in fact, be alright. Why maybe none of us will be, because we have, all of us humans, decided what to save, and that is ourselves.

But here is the nature of life. That we must love things with our whole selves, knowing they will die.

We’re dead. Everything is dead. All life: drowned, burned, or starved.”

“Maybe we will drown or burn or starve one day, but until then we get to choose if we’ll add to that destruction or if we will care for each other.”