the point

She thinks it is pointless to wait and the change is never going to come, that it is pointless to waste time writing our revolution poems, our change poems, our dream poems. It isn't true. I've seen revolution happen before my eyes: I've seen the engines of a heart switch gears as the light creeps … Continue reading the point


The question now is what do we do with these pieces of ourselves that will always belong to each other as the rest of our selves drifts apart?