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.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Tears dry on their own

Still feeling a bit dark and twisty. Trying just to roll with it.

I need these hanging all around my life.

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