Some men just want to watch the world burn. I'd rather light it up with wondrous amounts of imagination and hope like Christopher McCandless did.
Lately I feel like the gunslinger that refused to pull the trigger. 12 paces. Turning around and waiting for it all to warm my chest again.
My hands don't shake like they used to. Licking wounds and building confidence out of thin air whispered from your mouth.
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We will forever be a community of writers asking you to fall in (love) or be taken (hostage.) We only want to make you smile, and encourage you to pick up the pen, or start using those fingers on your keyboard!
