i wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. it's when you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. you rarely win, but sometimes you do.
-atticus finch
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
also.
i am three days into the quarter, and already using sparknotes and wanting to shoot myself. daaaaamn.
poetry only means putting together pieces that never fit.
maybe we'll forget.
i hope we don't forget.
if i didn't have You as my guide
"i'd still be wandering lost in Siani or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me: there are places that aren't here. i had a well, but all the water left, so i'll ask Your forgiveness with every breath. if there was no way into God, i would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear."
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