I entered this in my journal yesterday. how self righteous or audacious i must seem - but it was from the heart so here you go (so as not to compromise my thoughts)

without a struggle everything becomes worthless. without a mandate to rise in lieu of pain and difficulty we swallow the recycled air of dishonesty. the subdued are many but the voices are few. without the congruency of art in life we remain victims to the intagible reaches. our only shackles become made of our very own souls and silence. keep your spirit, keep your horizons clear, without fog. the many suffer at the hands of the few but as long as the song is sung, collectively but in our own individual pitch, we will shine brightly and forward to what can be something better.
love and respect.
Sept 17th, 2008

-Harley Prechtel-Cortez