invisible bruises

it amazes me how certain statements can have the impact they do. i've been hearing one particular statement over and over in my mind and each time it feels as though my heart is being assaulted. 

i keep thinking about the bird that died in mid-flight. 

it jerked, died, dropped, and smashed on the ground.*

i'm doing better at not saying "like", "um" and "whatever". 

i have more to say. but my eyes will not cooperate with my spirit. exhaustion has overtaken me. 

*from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (Annie Dillard)