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

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Where I expected tears
I got nothing
Where I expected longing
I got indifference
Where I expected fear
I got vigor
It's as if the best, most delicious soup in the world were in the bowl.
Then someone spit in it, and threw dirt in it.
And for a while I tried so hard to save that soup because it was so...worth it.
Then I looked at the soup and realized it was ruined and not worth my time fixing.
And I'm fine with that.
I have the best bread, drinks, dessert and steak right over here.
So I don't need that soup anymore.
And I'm fine with that.

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