Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. From now on you’ll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey.
Tu dimmi dove sei mi faccio tutta Roma a piedi.
Il tuo ricordo sfuma
Una notte senza luna
Lei si morede un unghia e fuma
E questa birra è tutta schiuma,
Sorrido a mio fratello siamo su di giri
Fiori cresciuti in mezzo ai san pietrini.
Friendly reminder that Raoul, The Vicomte de Chagny, is a GOOD and KIND and SELFLESS character, not a villain because he “keeps E/C apart”. I am a huge E/C shipper, but Raoul deserves so much more credit.
unkempt, bruise-knuckled boy kneeling in the dirt by the rhubarb patch, searching for chrysalises under the leaves. i see you in your ponytail, your pink shorts, chasing dreams you can’t name yet except as i think i want to hide a while & watch my body become something else entirely.
barefaced, rebellious boy shedding your mother’s expectations for tight sports bras & smuggled books read by flashlight under covers while the crickets sing. i know you, how you pray to the magazine cut-out of falconetti’s joan, si Dieu vous a fait être un guerrier, Il peut me faire un homme, and oh how the the sound of it tastes like fire and armor both.
soft-spoken man living inside the damp cocoon of language, yearning for that day of radiant, war-winning flight, i am you. we have been the child burying himself in the back-garden, but one day soon we will be the poet who looks at the battle to say, i will be loud & brave forever.