We Are Not From Here

by Jenny Torres Sanchez

Maybe that’s what having an artist’s heart means. Dreaming. Or maybe it means seeing color in the world, noticing and searching for it everywhere, in everything, because the world can be such a dark place.

Maybe in other places, terrible news is unexpected. But here, it is not. Here we wait for it always. And it always comes.

I guess sometimes lying to those we love is the only way to keep them from falling apart.