"A writer is an organism that will go on writing even after its heart has been cut out."
- Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
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"This is what they didn’t tell Icarus:
You are allowed to swallow the sun.
Mother, I know you’re scared of the burning in my belly and some days I am too;
there are mornings I spit out ashes in the back of the alley and pray for broken wings.
But
I’d rather feel embers glowing in my chest than the heavy dark that claims so many hearts:
I was not born into a grave.
Mother, sometimes that ocean seems closer than the sky and I almost forget which I’m reaching for.
But
I’d rather die with two eyes open and two hands searching, always searching,
than live with both feet on the ground."
- Swallow the Sun, Elizabeth McNamara (via in-theembers)
