Greetings all! I discovered this article in my own city's newspaper. This has fired me up so much that I am going to take a stand against this decision. But, I need YOUR help! How? Well, read the article then scroll down to how I need your help:
Now, how do I need your help? Well, if you have a poem, essay, ANYTHING that reflects your love of libraries, please send them to me. i am working on a project regarding just why people need libraries in their life!
And now the ground is white clearing the city from its pain. I sit, watching my own sins removed finally with relief shown on my face. I feel alive for the first time, not knowing where I shall be the next day. My mind wonders as the whiteness blinds me, giving me new eyes to see and a mouth that shall finally be heard. I want to think, oh god, how I miss such delicacies of when my time was spent muddled over problems that I created. So the snow becomes my own salvation, a place, a time, when I can truly be myself among the rot and stink of what used to be. Perhaps, then, this is forever when love and emotions are no longer felt. My hair, black strands, cause such a fuss when the white claims it as its own. This is my time- my own space, my own world, my own body nestled among leaves of brown and gold. Spring seems too far away and yet I can smell it coming ever closer even when the white now consumes me. I want to cry because I am cold. I want to love because I am naked. I want to relax because I am indifferent to the discombobulating silence that makes my ears bleed. And yet . . . I see my true purpose. My purpose, here, among the white: a man stretching his hand towards me, giving me the solace I want desperately. Damn the world for what I have confessed to for I no longer think like Men but have moved to a better place. I am, here. White, flecks of grey. A challenge laid before me, with my name whispered among the dead trees.
