Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


Crossing my fingers I'll find a little bit more of it tomorrow morning.
Did a pretty good job at letting myself down a a lot last week, need to make it up to myself.

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