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Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure…For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.
Inside me there is a coward who fears discomfort. That coward will offer solace in the form of excuses. But it is the coward who grooms a man for his defeats. The coward who makes him accept them because he is accustomed to finding a good reason to quit. The coward inside can only be killed one way.
You’re acting like you share a secret language all of a sudden.” “Isn’t that always the case with those who’ve read the same books?”
“I think…if love is anything, it is truth. If life is anything, it is struggle.
That season of life is a haze to him, but when I die and reflect on my life, I know I will still believe that season was the meaning of mine.
I think on the stupidity of war. How ridiculous we must be to wage it when emotions like love run so much deeper in us than hate.
I am ready for the enemy to come. I have more reasons to fight than they do. My armor is my love.
“Go, daughters of Mars, and be our wrath.”
“You don’t have me by the throat. You have me by the balls. You can wrench and twist and it will cause me terrible agony. But in the end, they are just balls, and I am a woman, so I will go on, enduring without my balls and I will pester you with death by a billion cuts. Except it won’t be me. I am not a captain who goes down with his ship. I am a Sovereign, who will delegate to people more suited for tunnels and darkness and the horrors that happen there.”
Forgetting is essential to learning, just as exhaling is essential to breathing. Breathe out, then in. Find the self, then lose it once again. Thus, the path goes ever onward.
A golden fantasy appears—me and my sandwich alone in my cubby, getting to know each other real sloppy like.
“I been afraid since I can remember. But I ain’t giving up.”
When I die, whenever that day comes, I will hear the wind that howls like a wolf and know I am home.
Want me to steal you anything?” “No.” “That was a test,” he lies. “Don’t die, bye.”
In another life, I might have loved him. But he didn’t need a woman’s love. He needed a brother’s.
Trapped in a world of lies, maybe the howls were the truest things that came out of our mouths.
