over the cover

stories have to be told.
but first, stories have to be written.

in a world, overcrowded with quite everything (and here i mean every-single-fucking-thing-you-could-possibly-think-of-plus-the-sick-shit-you're-sane-enough-not-to-tackle..), creating something new can seem useless. all good melodies and books have been written, all uniquely heroic fights fought out, and all truly innovative ideas came about before the notion of "innovation" got so awfully trendy.
there.
maybe it is so.

it will prove to be so, if you (that is, we) stop living the stories, drawing them up, knotting the fetters, breaking free from ourselves. we have all the rights there are, to our stories, and nonsense, and tragedies and blissful joy, the unworldly happiness.
growing, forth and back, yet always onward. growing is the key.
so this goes out to you, my fellow misérables, who still have much to learn about speaking their minds.

let's not wear our failures, but the lessons instead.
recover, speak up and write your own stories. with sharp and dark ink, unerasable.
cease contemplating all too much, what belongs to the world, isn't necessarily yours.
you gotta build, too. write it your way. and watch your bricks.

also, hold on to people. this is serious.
especially those, who grow and push you to grow. always onward.
i'm happy to have you.