If you hate the taste of wine
Why do you drink it till you're blind?
And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you're right?
Why are you scared to dream of God
When it's salvation that you want?
You see stars that are clear have been dead for years
But the idea just lives on...
--Bright Eyes
I'm getting tired of feeling torn in two.
I'm feeling that old itch for revolution, reinvention, creation, growth.
Can I scratch that itch? And: at what cost?
Perhaps new growth can only be had at the expense of some aggressive pruning.
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