She shot me, right through the head with her deadly glare. Her tears of anger. Angry that I couldn’t understand her pain. She felt as if I was the enemy. I sat her down and told her everything she needed to hear.
A million miles of cold white lies and unfamiliar exit signs.
I apologize if some clips are wobbly. This is the first time I made a video diary. Background Music ~ Lightning in a bottle by The Summer Set :”)
I befriended him because I needed him. It was more of a need than of a want; more of a necessity, not a demand. I need him to live for me, for he is a thief in the mid-afternoon: quick, but engaging. He gives me tears that blot out my parchments, he gives me the words to my ink pen, he gives me spirit to my wicked soul.
The Great Escape ~ Sometimes writing is an escape. It can take you away. From where you are. But not always to where you want to be
On Our Knees
I stood once so long ago
in the middle of a kingdom
built by soiled hands
and dishonest men,
you’ll say now we still stand there
but, my friend, I assure you we do not.
Idealism did not die when the stars fell into the sun,
when darkness spread throughout the land.
She did not run wild to simply hide.
She ran to pull the shattered stars out from behind
the dismembered bodies
of dishonest men.
You’ll say we still stand
but we have knelt to our knees.
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