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When will it be?

Today's events have left my heart torn open wide; it amazes me how someone can demonstrate such acts of violence on people they don't have any relation to -- strangers sitting in a room, excited, entertained, then boomed down for the sake of someone's sole desire. What fuels the madness or purpose in someone's mind to lead them to massacre so many people?

Aurora, Colorado is so close to the tragic school shoot out of Columbine in 1999. I am just devastated right now. I don't know any of the people, I don't know the gunman, but I know the feeling of comfort and peace in watching a movie. I know what it feels like to sit next to people you enjoy spending time with and lending your imagination over to the big picture screen. I even know what it's like sitting awkwardly comfortable next to a complete stranger, but know it's all for the sake of a common interest; the picture show.

It's hard to  understand a motive behind the slaughter of innocent people in a movie theater. I am at an odds right now -- I find soft comfort in President Obama's words to pray for the victims, to pray for those left, just to remember ourselves as them and send wishes of peace and healing...but my heart is still gaping wide. All I am left with are questions. I'm sure we all have questions.

There are no answers.
Just silence.
Our guilt, our compassion, our silence.


(for those killed at the midnight showing, Batman: The Dark Knight Rises, theater in Aurora, Colorado, July 20, 2012.

I am sorry.

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