"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Thursday, December 10, 2009


They're like little parts of myself. You can't see them and they aren't part of my physical appearance. They belong to my core. They are more important than my mouth, hands, heart. Without them I'm not whole or complete and I'm like a Connect Four board without the pieces put in. Emmerson or Thoreau might frown upon such a dependence, but I'm honest about what everybody is feeling. Just because you hide it doesn't make me less of a person for being upfront about it.

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