Sunday, August 31, 2008

One Day

"I can be no bolder than to bite the bitter fruit of self-loathing right there in your face. Right in front of you.

I can be no starker. No more naked. No more true.

I can be no braver than to fill this empty space with an uttered hope: One day I will not need to spend my words like pennies in a wishing well. Instead I'll be plain and clear. One day the words I write will refer to 'what was' and not 'what I wish wasn't.'"

Thursday, August 28, 2008