Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.
Libba BrayWe're like pretty horses, and just as on horses, they mean to put blinders on us so we can't look left or right but only straight ahead where they would lead.
Libba BrayWhen the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.
Libba BrayAnd now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.
Libba Bray