Words, words, words.
Who would have thought that a finite amount of letters could create an infinite amount of worlds?
"Write because you want to show something. To show that the world is shit. To show how fleeting love and happiness are. To show the inner workings of your ego. To show that democracy is in danger. To show how interconnected we are." Jose Rivera
Friday, December 9, 2016
Stories
And how do we continue to fly when our wings have been clipped?
We craft new ones from all that remains,
We crawl if we have to,
Walk when we’re strong,
We run run run until we’re fast enough to be lifted, to soar once again.
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