Late thoughts

Again last night, just blocks from my house, another young black man was shot and killed. I didn't hear about it on the news - but then I drove past another impossible vigil on the street - young people holding candles in a circle- flowers and stuffed animals and crosses and balloons on the spot where he died. When I drove home past it a few hours later the candles and balloons where there alone. Dozens of candles just burning on the concrete. It's a strange feeling to be so close and so distant. Young people are getting shot within blocks from my home on a devastatingly regular schedule - but i'm not afraid and I'm not suffering the losses. I just watch it happen and imagine other people's heartbreak. There's got to be more of something for me to do than just witness this.