Here, we share an empty box into which one may shout. Check marks on the wall, counting our wasted days. There is only one resolution with capacity for these emotions to manifest as more than cries for help. My comrades know this feeling, even if they do not know me. It will not, cannot happen here. But perhaps here, like the onset of a great and terrifying journey, we might light our torches and peer into the darkness. Trembling, yet steadfast. There is no deliberation to be made; the forest behind us is inferno and the cliff ahead is treacherous.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 17:38:26 +0000
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