revolutionartist

I feel myself slipping - to where I am not sure. My eyes tired, struggle to find hope amoung the tattered walls of my room.

How did we get to this place where we have forgotten our own power? Where we no longer feel we have a right to dream or for our lives to have meaning? How did they take that from us? What day did they slip into our rooms and steal our stories, our visions of something much different then the concrete walls that surround us?