I will fight forever
When it seems like all is lost I will fight harder
When I trip and fall I will bleed words and be stronger
When I can no longer write I will speak until they cower
When my ideas are all long gone I will pass on my plans with honor
I will not give up until we have finally won
And even once we win peace we’ll always be ready
“Do not worry my dear, speak with your hands and use your power.”
I wish for a day where my dreams do not change for each day of the week.
But perhaps I do not.
Because some days I wish for a future where I am always busy something, in a city that sleeps even less than I do.
We cheer and shake our cowbells, waving at passing cars.
Sometimes they roll down their windows, clapping and cheering back.
Sometimes they roll their eyes and look away, avoiding eye contact.
I'm not drowning in water, but words.
A feeling comparable to what I imagine standing under a waterfall feels like.
The longer you stand there, the more painful and heavy it gets.
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