And maybe if our lives had aligned, we could’ve continued to date and hold hands and I’d be in college with you and I’d get a job and maybe we could use money from my paycheck to go out on dates and you’d never even have to worry about rides because I’d pick you up and maybe we’re not even going out on a date, maybe we’d just go on long drives around town doing nothing and maybe we’d stop for food somewhere and all of this fun stupid stuff. Or we could even just stay home all day and play video games and be ugly and listen to music together or watch stupid stuff and all of these things I want to do with you and only you. Oh and naps. You can’t forget napping together.
But. Here I am. And I have to let it all go and I have to keep going because. Yeah.
If by a ‘Liberal’ they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people-their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights and their civil liberties-someone who believes we can break through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies abroad, if that is what they mean by a ‘Liberal,’ then I’m proud to say I’m a 'Liberal.’
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Michael Jordan would be proud of this Seed Line, you know, because it’s from Typewriter Series #23 and all. At any rate, for any of you out there that feel like they cannot endure any longer: YOU CAN. Please do. Please keep fighting and trying and dragging yourself out of bed if you must. Life gets easier, it gets more beautiful, and all those miracles live right on the other side of ache. I love ya. All of you. Thanks for being so wonderful.