Don't cry for yesterday.
Dream for the promise of tomorrow, and fill your present day with new books, old friends, and adventures to the mossy corners of haunted lands.

y’know what? i think i’m gonna like it here. in fact, i already do. nice, cozy atmosphere.

I will make Art.
I will turn this
Pain-rage-hurt
Into wielded Words
And incorruptible Images.
I will scream them down
Without uttering a sound-
And hold them there,
Pinned like bugs
So they do not destroy me.
I will save myself
Again