It takes strength to cry.
To let your tear ducts go on overload.
To be sad.
It takes strength.
It takes strength to cry.
It takes a certain weakness to hold it together.
To hold it all in until you get a headache.
It takes strength to cry.
Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it. ~Hannah Arendt
It takes strength to cry.
To let your tear ducts go on overload.
To be sad.
It takes strength.
It takes strength to cry.
It takes a certain weakness to hold it together.
To hold it all in until you get a headache.
It takes strength to cry.
I am the Mystery.
I am Persuasion.
I am a Lady.
I am Susan.
I am Emma
I am Alice.
I am the Three Sisters.
I am the Visit.
I am Edgar.
I am Jack.
I am the Watsons.
I am Northhanger Abbey.
I am sense.
I am the Poems.
I am a Memoir of Mr. Clifford.
I am an Ode to a Pity.
I am the Sensibility
I am the Prayers.
I am the Prejudice.
I am the Letters.
I am the Pride.
I am Jane.
Written: May 18, 2010
It takes an army to destroy an army.
It takes one to make a change.
To stand up for whats right.
Even when your standing alone.
To tell your peers the difference between right and wrong.
To change minds.
To settle problems.
It takes one to make a change but an army of people can follow.
Written: May 18, 2010 by Emma Kessler