I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo,
and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words
to tell, to march, to fight,
to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
-R. Wright
Sunday, August 18, 2013
I do believe that you will forever feel lost, insecure, and ambiguous if you do not identify, reconcile, and commune with what you believe to be the source of your existence.
1 comment:
bam. love this.
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