October 5, 2013


sometimes you hit the hight notes.
sometimes you don't.
the only thing that matters is that you sing
from the bottom of the places
you always dreamed of occupying.

you can hear it
no longer muffled only in your head.
it might not sound right
when it first fills the air,
but give it time
give it air
it will get there.

there is a moment
in the silence
from which blooms
a voice,
a dissident is here
escape is never the safest place
a dissident is here...

original photo by Andrea

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