I'm going to learn from this hunger,
from this longing,
from this pain.
I'm going to learn from this self destruction,
from this devastation.
There is love and power and revolution
that emerges from the pits of agony and from screaming in silence.
No story, no song, no poem can communicate what love can communicate.
No story, no song, no poem can communicate love, and bravery, and selflessness and sacrifice
if you yourself are not ready to love and be brave and be selfless and sacrifice,
if you yourself are not ready to understand.
The trees scream, the earth screams, the skies scream. Everything screams. But even if you hold your ear up to the wilderness you will not be able to hear it.
Unless you've felt what it is to scream yourself, to be unheard yourself.
And so many people say they're in pain, when really they're in luxury.
Like I said before, I long to learn from the hunger.
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