Our Destiny
It is I who slice away at my own existence, but it is you who I seek to blame.
Short Stories
Come Here, to me Now
There is no truth where the Sun rises. The only truth is in the light that warms my face.
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The Lion Thus Rises
We all have a choice to either cower in the face of our life or growl in intense response.
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Through the Snowy Clouds We Come
Behind me there is nothing I care to carry. Dead weight only slows me down. Ahead of me is nothing I care to see. Winds have a habit of changing a landscape on which I’ve yet to stand.
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The Things I Don’t Understand
There are so many things I just cannot understand. And that is ok. It isn’t my job to understand them.
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What if? (A possibly fictitious love letter to a potentially made up fantasy)
Imagine the notion of forever without a vow we make that is based on something more solid than a stroke of some man’s pen.
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The Story of Us
“…in the end you either choose to stand or fade into the ether like some salty statue of Gomorrah. I choose to stand, hearing your voice through the brutal winds, knowing that no matter how strong those winds might be, they were no match for a man in love with living.”
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I’d Like to Know
I can hear her gasps of ecstasy, and feel my own, just over the traverse.
