You, your best thing

What you do, and where you've come from: believe that this is it. Believe that there's nothing more. And listen to the wind, hear its language--this is everything. Find a way to love. Do your best. Simply remember that this is your time, and you'll not let anyone take it away from you. Struggle because you want to, not because you have to. You are not a martyr. You are not a sage. You are not a poet. You are not a peon. You are the complexity of human experience, not a peg in the sand of time--we are either all nothing, or all everything. There are no classes, no races, just a terrible storm of skin, hurt, and homes. I haven't written in so long. Perhaps I have no voice. Maybe we're not talking. Let's change that.