We Have Lived With Violence Far Too

When Someone With The Authority Of A Teacher Describes The World And You’re Not In It, There’s A Moment Of Psychic Disequilibrium, As If You Looked Into A Mirror And Saw Nothing.

Until We Know The Assumptions In Which We Are Drenched, We Cannot Know Ourselves.

I Keep Coming Back To You In My Head, But You Couldn't Know That, And I Have No Carbons.

There Must Be Those Among Whom We Can Sit Down And Weep And Still Be Counted As Warriors.

... This World Gives No Room To Be What We Dreamt Of Being