The Only Thing That Everyone

When We Pass By Another Person Without Telling Them We Love Them It’s Cruel And Wrong And We All Know This.

And We Will Be Ready, At The End Of Every Day Will Be Ready, Will Not Say No To Anything, Will Try To Stay Awake While Everyone Is Sleeping, Will Not Sleep, Will Make The Shoes With The Elves, Will Breathe Deeply All The Time, Breathe In All The Air Full Of Glass And Nails And Blood, Will Breathe It And Drink It, So Rich, So When It Comes We Will Not Be Angry, Will Be Content, Tired Enough To Go, Gratefully, Will Shake Hands With Everyone, Bye, Bye, And Then Pack A Bag, Some Snacks, And Go To The Volcano.

One Might Think That A Boy Who Was Out In The Snow For So Long Would Get Cold, But Max Was Not. He Was Warm, Partly Because He Had On Many Layers, And Partly Because Boys Who Are Part Wolf And Part Wind Do Not Get Cold.

You Know How You Finish A Bag Of Chips And You Hate Yourself? You Know You’ve Done Nothing Good For Yourself. That’s The Same Feeling, And You Know It Is, After Some Digital Binge. You Feel Wasted And Hollow And Diminished.

He Must Trust, And He Must Have Faith. And So He Builds, Because What Is Building, And Rebuilding And Rebuilding Again, But An Act Of Faith?