There Is A Crisis Involving Reading In

Wherever Your Heart Rests There I Will Live And Be Blessed I've Tried To Line Up The Things I Needed To Say But Now My Feelings Just Tumble From Me. I Am Half Foolish, Half Drunk With Wanting You With Wanting To Take Your Hand And Leap Into The Darkness Of Whatever Life Will Bring. Love Makes Me Brave And Without Love I'm Made Nothing.

What Did I Do? I Walked Into A Drugstore To Look For Some Mints, And Then I Walked Out. What Was Wrong With That? I Didn't Kill Mr. Nesbitt.

I Know I'm Tired Of Thinking About What I Should Have Done Yesterday. I Know I'm Just Tired. If I Knew What To Do With My Life, How To Fix It Up, I Would Have Done It A Long Time Ago. You Can't Dig That? You Think I Want To Live Like I'm Somebody's Throwaway?

I Admired The Work Ethic Of The Cowboys I Read About. The Idea Of These Young People Taking On This Much Responsibility Was Impressive. I Would Like Modern Readers To Have An Appreciation Of This.

If What I Read Doesn't Reflect My Life - Whether I'm Gay Or Latino Or On Welfare - Doesn't That Really Mean That My Life Is Not Valuable?