I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society. - Andrea Gibson

How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?

I know this world is far from perfect.
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
But every ocean has a shoreline
and every shoreline has a tide
that is constantly returning
to wake the songbirds in our hands,
to wake the music in our bones,
to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river
that has to run through the center of our hearts
to find its way home.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like
they're falling in love with the ground.