Wandering Stars

you will have survived starvation and relocation, indoctrination and assimilation,

This is the thing. You don’t know what will happen to you. Everything is one way, and you think you know what that means, and then one day you come to find that no: This is what life is like anymore.

You could say that about years you couldn’t get back, wish for normal when normal seemed to be taken away, even if normal was never all that good in the first place.

stories and to listen about how bad it had been, how hard it is still, and what methods are in place to locate hope, then follow it.

When you push it down, when you go to kill memory, it finds its ways to haunt you.

White boys thought the world of themselves, thought the world was themselves, and that anything otherwise was out of place, needed to be noticed or ignored.

Christianity is so weird, but everyone pretends like it isn’t.

Stories do more than comfort. They take you away and bring you back better made.

Birds see the best of any creature with a spine, are sacred because they soar the heavens, and with just one of their feathers, and some smoke, prayers make it to God.