Somewhere between choosing myself and sacrificing for someone else, in between, all the interesting things have happened. I was scared of that place for a long time. I won’t run away again.
I complained about how hard the world was, but suddenly remembered that I wanted it to be hard. I wanted to be big. I want my shoulders to touch the clouds and my feet still all the way on the ground. I don’t want to know what will happen tomorrow. That’s the last stage of escape. First you escape your hometown, then your job, then you escape time.
Some people can ignite your body and some can put it out, and I was cold for a long time. I don’t know who exactly stole the fire.
I was a good student,
I counted coins and put back the fruits I couldnt afford
Saving up to buy my freedom
The town is a lot less fun trying to do things for free
The loneliness talks a lot more
The boys of the past cry a lot louder
I walked by a house playing a duet of old guitar songs
Stood around to listen to that beautiful melody
So I could find something to do
It was a long, never ending summer of watching for your car every night: not knowing why i did it
But i’m glad I did
You can’t start a fire without a spark
And the three little words I wrote you
Caught on fire
what you used to only hope for
Grows from a moment that ends with the night
Into your whole life
Into someone’s arms
SUBLIME COURAGE 
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