by Blake N. Cooper

Stay or go — just stop wasting space in the middle. We're given one shot; what's your point if not to color your time in shades of strength and strokes of pain? Carry on, people, there's nothing to see here, but a man who crept from one broken dream to another, stuck in molded memories of V-signs and wilted flowers. That's your legacy? Fight. Then, fight again.


Blake N. Cooper blogs at Stagekid and micro-blogs here. He has dreams of someday publishing the next great bildungsroman!