And so passes a man who changed the world. Life goes on, as does his legacy.
R.I.P. Nelson Mandela.
Revisions of history et al abound,
It flatters me now,
Flatters me now.
The same qualities you despise are the qualities you personify.
Dig deep and find you buried heart,
I know it’s in there somewhere.
Acquisition isn’t all there is,
And no one’s so broken they can’t be repaired.
I’m meeting, like, 2-4 new people everyday. Like, the possibility of me not making this first term work out is very real, but all of these words exchanged and smiles flashed was just something I’m really glad I got to experience.
I have seven finals.
BRING ON THE STORM.
Man, them brunettes.
Why do you torture me so? You sit across the table with both eyes closed. You speak in myth and fable, and stand unopposed. The animal bones reveal themselves from deep within your mane. They reach for ethereal light. The ancient spears rise from her shoulders and riddle your frame, marking the first time it was done right.
And that’s not all that haunts me - the death by fire of a child who waits so patiently. And we are the ones who set the standard, by which we are to be measured.
Some things can never walk again cause sometimes a step is all too vile. The path of five innocent men, who are only capable of walking one last mile.
If I could live another day over again, I’d choose not to. The successes and failures of days passed are constant. The horizon promises days ahead. If you won’t quit, then I won’t.
And this I swear to you tonight, upon these former embers you fanned until they were fire.
We are nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir. We are still life.
Begging and pleading, not dying, but bleeding out. Oh the chemical reaction. When the walls fell, with arms wide.
We are nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir.
"I’m drawing a blank."
"Well finish your drawing and answer my question."