Monday, October 21, 2013

klosterman's twenty-three

The boy sleeps on a couch in a hall outside of a classroom, and I want to tell him and I do tell him, There is light at the end of this tunnel. The world has become cliches of this is a marathon, Push, because that's as good as I have in this moment but something about it feels like, For what?

Today I am grateful for the questions we must ask of ourselves but not of each other.

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