0.1 There is no way forward except through. There is no way to begin everything again without beginning once, twice, three times over. I have tried to begin again so many times—the moment where you say to yourself that the world is worth changing for; you must change your life, you have wasted your life, and all the lines that come at the end of things that dare you to move. A foot in front of another, the learning of how language is conjugated—how when a mark points to the sky it means you must raise your voice, or how when it slopes downwards you must swallow the vowels whole.

Mile 0 by Brian Oliu. (via therumpus)