Here I stand before you - brown. Color of the mountains Colossal as the earth Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy and misery Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind Here I stand before you, the color of the night Frozen by the potential of me.
Well, all I know is what I read in the papers.
Begging for acknowledgment, or even asking, diminishes dignity and diminishes power.
Probably means there's a good chance. Possibly means we might or we might not.
I work from almost a dangerous place in my mind sometimes.
I do not have to build a perfect wall today. I just have to lay a perfect brick.