Never forget those who lose themselves to find a way. Be grateful for those with the stamina of a mobilizing conviction, those that make courage mean something. Courage demands action of us: it petitions us for sacrifice. And a few of us, those strong enough and sad enough to give it all, will make that sacrifice. Sometimes we drift away, dragged screaming away from all we love. Sometimes it all comes crashing down so fast you can't remember if you ever had it at all.

Salutations! I'm an aspiring teenage poet and architect living in California. I'm fascinated with poetry's ability to turn strings of words into such abstruse philosophies, and hope to expose the world to the real depth of human emotion that so many decide to ignore.

My insides are copper and I'd kill to make them gold.

m.m.m.