old poem from tumblr, which I am leaving...

Nothing has been broken. Not the sanctity of strangers. Not the features of the gods we claim look a lot like us. Not even the sky’s resolve. That is not to say there have been no violations. There are always trespasses. But If there is to be any reckoning, it will be for the way we withheld information from each other. And for thinking that being vulnerable was a sign of being broken.