During times like this, all I need is that feeling of diving down deep under the water & into the infinite depths of a book which tears your heart open and leaves it strewn about in pieces on the ocean floor.
Forgiveness and apologies filled that bucket which tipped, spilled, cascaded down onto me like a small yet dense portion of Niagara Falls, and filled my world with sorrowful change, wake-up-middle-of the-night-I’m sorry- change.
I'm an honest person, and when I see something that's not okay, I point it out - is what I told my English teacher yesterday afternoon in the hallway as I stood up to him for grading me unfairly on my recent poetry project. His mouth formed a perfect O, and he knew I was in the right about the whole incident.
It's good to be honest. More people need to say what they think. Otherwise they might not get that promotion at work, or they might find themselves surrounded by people who annoy them. Honesty is the best policy. I stand by that.