Cowards die many times before their deaths,
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Nelson Mandela’s favorite Shakespeare passage. Above, a handwritten draft page from his memoirs. (via)
Please take me away
And wrap me in
Comfort and heat.
I am sick from this
That we call life.
The constant awake and alert
Calls me into the set of non-sleep
And perpetuates the lack of
Well rested thoughts
That run consistently through
The cranial expanse I call my own.
And so I sit here,
Blinking away sleep
Waiting for an epiphany to
Strike like lightening.
We all leave scars upon others. It only matters what kind of scar we leave on the people we are involved with.
We are nothing
But a breath
Mickey has nephews, Donald has nephews, Goofy has a son.
And he wasn’t adopted, he looks just like him.
Goofy……has had sex.
Goofy…..has known a woman biblically….
Imagine what it must’ve looked like.
Imagine what it sounded like.
These are the things I think about when I wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.
Combination laughing/sobbing at this.
We are wordless
Transcriptions of things
That have yet to occur