I’m not much of a fan of New Year’s resolutions. They just don’t really fit my calendar. I mean, think about it: each new year starts just a week after Christmas Day, at the end of a two-month-long holiday spree, and (if you live in the northern hemisphere as I do) right when winter is […]
torch bearing quietly
I will not act out, will not yell or curse or slam doors, will not make a scene -- you do not deserve such a chance to make an example out of me to be proven right since you are not. Instead, I'll stand at this street corner, raise my hand high and clench that light which yet remains. It will burn brightly, quietly, fiercely before fading as I. Then I'll be gone but found.