Dream

I will fight you atop the risen stars with a fierceness that you cannot staunch. I will fight you beneath the tumbling waves, unrelenting and absolute. No one will ever hear of our struggle, no songs sung of heroism, no tears will trail their meandering paths. None will ever know what I have done and what I have saved, and my name will seamlessly fade into the veiled heart of hearts; but you will never win. I will fight you until the breath beats sharp and quick from my body and my eyes, ever locked onto yours drifts shut. I will win and from the frailty of your threats grow ever stronger.

Stop

I breathe in your every waking moment. It gives me heart and hope.

incomplete

I want to see individuality as an honor, not an entitlement. I want to hold this freedom of expression, of dress and walk and hope and talk as a responsibility to the quality of humanity that I am, to the values that hold me firm and clear. I do not want to be so enticed by that addictive confidence, masking quiet shame.