full moon.

"i could feel what it would be like to be in the country again, walking across the grass under that moon when the world seems to be silent. i wanted to be out there so badly that it was hurting me. it was kind of that sense of loss you have when someone dies. you want to sink to your knees and keep saying "no, no, no, no," as if that could somehow change things. it was so beautiful, remembering, but still so painful. that's exactly the kinds of things i need, because it stokes the fire in me that wants freedom. it strengthens my will."

a new letter from damien echols, posted by margaret cho.