I have a finite amount of empathy. I will always prioritize and reserve it for Palestinians over any Israeli settler. Solidarity with Palestine and all peoples who are under occupation and subject to state violence. I hope every person who has been fooled or believes the lies and blood libel of the apartheid regime backed by the fascist and hypocritical West will look back one day at how they turned their on the innocent and instead bolstered and embraced evil. I hope they live with that painful guilt forever or fall on a sword.
Palestine shall be free 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸.
She was a model; he was a photographer.
She was an artist; he was her muse.
She had the voice of angel; and so did he.
She was a cruiser, she was a racer and maybe just a little too Speedy; and there was nothing or no one that could keep him away from the track.
The roads she trekked, the mountains she turned her back to more often than not, kept them apart more than was ever realistically going to be considered fair …
But lest we forget, there was also the fear …
(How) Could he love someone that seemed to always be just that far out of his reach?
Were there things she knew that she simply yearned to teach? With eyes as green as the trees and hands that held and poured love undulating from each?
Could it not have been as simple as walking, as running, as swimming? Should there really be no chance of winning?
Were he willing to once again become his father’s son; and she return to being her mother’s daughter.
May the strongest win.
Anne Nygma.
