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Your approach spurred a flood of memories.Dreams and fears of years gone by. What words could be shared.Between pieces of the same. Are you still the friend I remember?Am I still yours? Everything is different.Aged not through years. Yet very the same.Hearts entwined without missing a beat. Dear friend,Hello.

Night sky illuminated without sun, As drums echo across the skies. Blood pumping fast, With rain running into our eyes. Calling reveille to the sons and daughters, The devout and the devoid. Cower in fear or be lost in the thrill, Our story ends the same.

It’s a time that feels so long ago,When you’d grab my hand, pulling me down the trail,Desire to share your discovery glowing behind your eyes in the morning sun. Days spent with minds and arms tangled in the kitchen,Ingredients and instructions shouted over the melodies filling the air,Hips bumping me away from the counter, because I’m chopping entirely wrong. Evenings gathered around a table too small,Nearly tipping your beer as you reach… Read More

He was born to a powerful family.Her birth cost her her mothers life. His parents left him to the servants, who raised him as another head of cattle in the stockade, a product with a function.She cried as her father walked away from her life, disgust twisting his gaunt face, he never could forgive what she did. He woke with tears in his eyes, after nightmares of leather splitting the skin on… Read More

Nine,I take a seat. The morning sun highlights the dust dancing through the air,As soft rhythms form sweet melodies through my head. Just past the window a young squirrel leaps between trees,Cheeks chubby with new spring seeds. Breath in,Cool scent of lavender stirs life into my sleepy lungs. Breath out,Muscles relax into the soft fabric beneath me. Nine thirty,Sorry to keep you waiting sir. No problem,I wasn’t waiting.

They were seen as a nuisance,Devoid of value,A mar on a pristine green canvas. Bees relished in their pollen,Bird found nourishment around them,The Earth celebrated their diversity. They are natural,They are essential,They are beautiful.

The snow was my farewell address,For this moment when our lives converged. Free your mind of me,And continue your walk resurged.

I have always had a strong passion in the things I believe to be right. In the past, I used to argue my side vigorously. Condemn the opposition, denounce the bystanders. I thought if I fought hard enough, people would finally understand. I never convinced a soul. Years later, my mania turned to zeal. The dedication I felt for these causes never waned, but my direction shifted. No longer did I seek… Read More

What is a necessity? What are the things you need? That answer many have changed a great deal in the last month. When everything is continuing as planned, it’s easy to continue habits of buy, trash, buy, forget, trash, eyes down, don’t talk, ignore, trash. But when there’s a disruption, autopilot shuts down, and we have to start to think. Before going to buy the next thing and see that, we stop,… Read More

1715 began the Age of Enlightenment for Europe. A time when reason, the scientific method, and progress reigned above all. A time for growth as more then a country or culture, but to grow as a species. Of course not every individual supported these ideas, the world would be very different today if they had. There will always be those who cling to any amount of power, regardless of the lives effected…. Read More