buckling

"Write hard and clear about what hurts." Ernest Hemingway

I write when life gets too hard and unclear.  It's getting harder to hold onto the reasons.  It's in the distance now, fading memories with morning light, over and over, further and further.  I'll admit that I'm lost somewhere in this war, but there is only one option and how difficult it is to express what the revolution will be. 

To know or not to know - that is really the question.  It hurts either way.  "Courage is grace under pressure."  My grace is choosing not to know and when that's on the verge of being tarnished by knowledge, I have to be strong.  I think when you go through a breakup, curiosity of human nature is what destroys you.  "A man can be destroyed but not defeated."  The revolution is courage. 

So buckle up, it's going to be a long night ahead of you.  A night which you will stay awake with burning eyes and tired thoughts only to watch the skies turn in colour and the stars disappear.  But the sun will rise and if it doesn't open your eyes, wipe your tears and rather let the cloudless courage be.

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Without much thought;

I am guilty

Even in the darkness there is a shadow

Not a breath but a sacrifice

An offering with no reprieve

Nor light nor truth

Nor heart

Nor sound

Even in the emptiness there is deception

Although you are away,

I am alone.