Breathe.

Out of the sadness, we realize what we really want.

All I want is to really feel alive.
For everyone, it's different. For the past almost-nine-months I've been learning and understanding things completely different than I have in the past. To consider everyone in the world that deserves a fighting chance, and those here in this country that don't care about anything remotely similar.
And all I can think about is revolution.

god damn.
The soundtrack to this feeling can be found here.

"this is surrender, to a war-torn life i've lived. scars and stripes forever. in need of change i can't resist.
no need to hide from anything anymore, i can't return to who i was before. i can finally breathe - suddenly alive. i can finally move - the world feels revived. this long of a struggle finally opened up my eyes. a revolution's not easy with a civil war on the inside."

I can only picture myself holding an A.K, running. for my life. to make things better for everyone else, maybe that's something worth dying for. worth fighting for. The woman comrade amongst a room of bearded men. I must pay attention. It's not a war between sexes, races,
or ages,
only classes.
The suffering in the world is caused by all the few who have all the riches. And the billions in the world that cannot seem to grasp any of it, they die. The only way to fight the good battle, is with fire. No protests. No peace talks or rally's. Only my comrades, my fraternity, my brothers, and I. with guns and our knowledge, and our hope.
our vision is not too far off.
we have nothing to lose but our chains!