Salt Line

Wherever you go—

we led ourselves to the storm.

One fought a battle,

in disbelief.

Nothing ever seemed

to be what it wanted to be.

You get older and think:

let emotion control your impulsiveness.

But I told you—

on the train ride to the city—

learn to differentiate yourself

from your emotions.

No—

you are human.

Of course you feel.

You’ll learn to love

and fall again.

It’s life.

To differentiate—

makes you a leader.

To resolve chaos—

is to win in battle.

I’ve got a memory.

The land of roses can be yours,

but only if you listen

to your heart.

Do you want the world?

Then listen to your conscience.

So—

Oregon is hot tonight.

The blaze grows closer and closer.

I’ve got a memory.

Let your mind stay.