“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, & in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop & everybody goes ‘Awww!'”
jack kerouac //

Desperate to be remembered;
for our lives to have Meant Something.

Desperate to be known;
in all our ugliness & beauty;
our scars, flaws, battle-wounds, & insecurities;
our triumphs, gifts, talents, quirks, fears, hopes, & dreams;

& then,
desperate to be loved in it all,
& for it all,
& despite it all.

Desperate to see all there is to see on this spinning ball of land & water;
to stand drenched in sun-bursts,
with our jaws open on the tops of mountains as we take in the view,
to wander through forests,
wade rivers,
stride through fields of wildflowers.

Desperate to tell the Stories which ache within our souls,
to birth worlds into existence from the wombs of our imaginations,
giving language to something Wild & inarticulate.

Desperate to weather Storms with something like Courage;
to crawl on despite the blinding salt-water rain of our own tears,
to rise & rise & rise again like a Phoenix from our ashes,
to go to war with our pain & grief
& somehow emerge
Victorious,
having left it all behind.

Desperate to love loved ones with relentless abandon in a way that leaves them breathless & pours fire into their hearts.

Ah yes, lovely humans;
we are all desperate here.

&, all praise to the King, Christ meets us in our desperation & closes the gap.

In Him, we are known & loved;
living lives that are not in vain.
&, in the New Heavens & New Earth, we’ll have Eternity to,
perhaps,
wander lands we never saw in this Life
& tell stories we were never able to tell.

& we’ll for sure never have to rise from our ashes again,
’cause there,
we’ll always be standing tall 🖤//

you talk of desperation. we are all desperate here ~ john barsad
a tale of two cities // charles dickens

death to the Shadow
courage,
always courage
behold,
we have not lived in vain

stay gold, ponyboy, stay gold ~ johnny cade
the outsiders // se hinton