Why Are We So Monumentally Slow?

I Support All People On Earth Who Have Bodies Like And Unlike My Body.

A Boy Told Me If He Roller-skated Fast Enough His Loneliness Couldn't Catch Up To Him, The Best Reason I Ever Heard For Trying To Be A Champion. What I Wonder Tonight Pedaling Hard Down King William Street Is If It Translates To Bicycles. A Victory! To Leave Your Loneliness Panting Behind You On Some Street Corner While You Float Free Into A Cloud Of Sudden Azaleas, Pink Petals That Have Never Felt Loneliness, No Matter How Slowly They Fell.

Maybe We Try Too Hard To Be Remembered, Waking To The Glowing Yellow Disc In Ignorance, Swearing That Today Will Be The Day, Today We Will Make Something Of Our Lives. What If We Are So Busy Searching For Worth That We Miss The Sapphire Sky And Cackling Blackbird. What Else Is Missing? Maybe Our Steps Are Too Straight And Our Paths Too Narrow And Not Overlapping. Maybe When They Overlap Someone In Another Country Lights A Candle, A Couple Resolves Their Argument, A Young Man Puts Down His Silver Gun And Walks Away.

Getting Over What You Did To Me Is Not Why I Get Out Of Bed Anymore.

... The Real Heroes Of Race And Culture Would Always Be The People Who Stepped Out Of Their Own Line To Make A Larger Circle.