roqua you walk a lone road because like fire, you consume anything that isn't like you and turn it into ash.
is fire alive; is roqua
like a plane (not the pilot) crashing into a building—your messages/words aren't about the act just the violence
at least you don't wear a mask so there's that…
Thank you. That may be the first poem anyone has ever written for me, AND BOY WAS IT A DOOZY!!! But I like actual women and not man-womens. Also, I’d hate to be the cause of anymore of your brooding and the extra mascara use that would entail, so instead of the usual I’ll leave you with this little scribble I just wrote in reply to the poem you wrote of me and I’ll end it with two quotes that I also just invented this very moment to chew upon.
I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out
in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom
of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.
I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.
You can have peace. Or you can have freedom. Don't ever count on having both at once.