For a Friend, by John Moore Subscribe to rss feed for John Moore

Live in tumult.

Let the waters of life consume your vessel.

 

Sink.

 

Sink as deep as you can

and only come up when you know

You’re dead.

 

Do it again.

 

Life is far too short

to just live

Life is nothing

without death

So be damaged

Be beautiful

Cry and laugh

And scream

 

Because that Is greatness,

no godforsaken incomprehensibly enormous rock in the
universe, no powerful leader of men nor any inspirational
writer

Can feel

What you Feel.

 

There is an eternity of calm seas ahead,

might as well

Go, Raise hell.
Posted: 2015-10-25 02:12:33 UTC

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