tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67521391540382650862024-03-13T12:09:17.489-07:00I Wrote This For YouI need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1623125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-89563930214436387482023-02-13T09:26:00.001-08:002023-02-13T09:26:07.750-08:00The Soft Embrace of Forever<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFqbu0fc74-1vTimQ9CqOGDKjmLufCSXaF1z8tB7guT7kpbAAu7hDldAzWrhdB32wCXB6zRn3E3531LOyGmjKn5HRISdNdB3n5mBSsmGeefc8ZleuLbBxR4Oalg-TVbilQ2CMx27xpvWirgSYrPipAe7QDuk6WjPcGkONeWjSZQKyVQw9LZ15u9Ctcwg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFqbu0fc74-1vTimQ9CqOGDKjmLufCSXaF1z8tB7guT7kpbAAu7hDldAzWrhdB32wCXB6zRn3E3531LOyGmjKn5HRISdNdB3n5mBSsmGeefc8ZleuLbBxR4Oalg-TVbilQ2CMx27xpvWirgSYrPipAe7QDuk6WjPcGkONeWjSZQKyVQw9LZ15u9Ctcwg=s16000" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>But what keeps me warm is the idea that when we are born, we are taken apart from the universe, and when we die, we return to it. And I believe I know what that feels like, where you’ve come from and where you will go. It feels like the space between the hug you give someone you love, whether that’s a parent or a child, or sibling or a friend. I think that feeling we feel when we do that, is the feeling of some small part of us, knowing another part of it is near. And I believe forever feels like that small space between us. <br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-21354435296014619222021-10-25T13:17:00.005-07:002021-10-25T13:19:08.895-07:00The Smallest Flood <p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kAZ0KYY9pSQ/YXcQCz2HZvI/AAAAAAAAHjk/3DDrCyRb37omyGsGA5AhnKmuJ46uacJ3QCNcBGAsYHQ/IMG_6321%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kAZ0KYY9pSQ/YXcQCz2HZvI/AAAAAAAAHjk/3DDrCyRb37omyGsGA5AhnKmuJ46uacJ3QCNcBGAsYHQ/s16000/IMG_6321%2Bcopy.jpg" /></a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There is no story but your own, and the meaning you find in writing it each day. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-85610012732202363422020-06-30T07:15:00.000-07:002020-06-30T07:15:27.383-07:00The Stranger Turned To Me <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I looked up from what I was doing<br />
<br />
and saw you in the park, and asked you<br />
<br />
who you were waiting for<br />
<br />
and you turned and as you turned<br />
<br />
we found ourselves at our wedding<br />
<br />
and I turned to you to say,<br />
<br />
"Wait, what-"<br />
<br />
and you turned to me and we were in a house<br />
<br />
with pictures of us on the walls and I turned to you<br />
<br />
and you said<br />
<br />
"Who are you?" and I said<br />
<br />
"Who am I? Who are you and what's going on-"<br />
<br />
and you turned to me and our children<br />
<br />
ran past us and the girl held onto my legs, laughing<br />
<br />
and you turned to me and<br />
<br />
my back began to ache and I caught the reflection of myself<br />
<br />
in the mirror and my hair was starting to grey and I<br />
<br />
turned to you and you had tears in your eyes<br />
<br />
and you said, "Stop, please, stop," and I held your hand<br />
<br />
and said, "I'm sorry, this isn't me, I'm not doing this -" and you<br />
<br />
turned to me, at our boy's graduation and rested your head<br />
<br />
against my shoulder and said, "How is this happening?" and I could not answer<br />
<br />
but your head felt good against my shoulder, even if<br />
<br />
it was my mother's funeral and I<br />
<br />
turned to you in the empty house while we waited for one of them to call<br />
<br />
and said, "If I had known, I would never have-" and you turned to me<br />
<br />
as I turned to you<br />
<br />
as you turned to me in the hospital bed, holding my hand<br />
<br />
holding your hand, you turned to me and I turned to you<br />
<br />
and I bent my head down and kissed you<br />
<br />
and kissed you<br />
<br />
and kissed you<br />
<br />
for what will always feel<br />
<br />
like the first time<br />
<br />
and I turned to you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-51531334928698303452020-04-21T07:07:00.003-07:002020-04-21T07:07:58.056-07:00The Time We Are Tested<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you’re alone, I am alone with you.<br />
<br />
If you’re scared, I am scared with you.<br />
<br />
If you need hope, I hope with you.<br />
<br />
And I am everyone. And you are everyone. And we are all everyone we can be, in the moments we are given, in this time that we are tested.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-81704137333843216932020-02-10T05:24:00.002-08:002020-02-10T05:24:33.212-08:00The Poem In The Water<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You took my tongue, and so I wrote about love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-74232754708994801372020-01-21T23:29:00.002-08:002020-01-21T23:29:37.666-08:00The Starlit Hotel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There’s room in a starlit hotel for the people you miss tonight.<br />
<br />
(I didn’t want to be good, I just wanted to be here.)<br />
<br />
So you touch the star that only you can touch and cause the fuss that only you can cause.<br />
<br />
(I am making things that don’t need to be made, to be sold to people that don’t need to be sold anything, anymore.)<br />
<br />
And If you hold me I swear, I won’t shake too bad, I’ll try and be a little more calm.<br />
<br />
(But I’m burning inside, just like the sky.)<br />
<br />
What’s good, isn’t great, and who are you pretending to miss tonight?<br />
<br />
(There’s no one and nothing left to cry about, so why don’t you go ahead and cry a little more about yourself.)<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-45274189325089362082020-01-09T05:17:00.000-08:002020-01-09T05:17:02.321-08:00The Other Side Of The Mirror<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some empty part of me heard you knocking from the other side of the universe, and I answered.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-31089730663279838662019-12-20T02:26:00.000-08:002019-12-20T02:26:13.656-08:00The Secret Corner <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You are looking for the quiet, late at night in secret small places that only you can call your own.<br />
<br />
You are looking for the place that only belongs to you, after everyone else has gone to sleep, as you fight the nightly battle between getting enough sleep, and getting enough time.<br />
<br />
You are looking for yourself and I want you to know, it doesn’t matter if you find you.<br />
<br />
It only matters that you look.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-1976216873708707132019-07-31T00:28:00.000-07:002019-07-31T00:28:12.077-07:00The List Of Things That Are Ok <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBP3iSxdiCU/XUFCzpLnd-I/AAAAAAAAG9Y/pht9OiL94SkGehTuccQkTqmjG4R1GUrqwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_4568%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FBP3iSxdiCU/XUFCzpLnd-I/AAAAAAAAG9Y/pht9OiL94SkGehTuccQkTqmjG4R1GUrqwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_4568%2Bcopy.jpg" /></a>
It’s ok to not what to do what you always do.<br />
<br />
It’s ok to want to be anyone else but you.<br />
<br />
It’s ok to forget why you started in the first place.<br />
<br />
It’s ok to not obey the rules you’ve made for yourself.<br />
<br />
It’s ok to feel like a failure for not obeying those rules.<br />
<br />
It’s ok to forget that how you feel is not how the rest of the world feels.
<br />
<br />
It’s ok to walk around and squint in bright light.<br />
<br />
It’s ok to hit the keys harder than you need to.<br />
<br />
It’s ok to find a small, secret space and say the things you need to say.<br />
<br />
It’s ok not to have someone that’ll tell you it’s ok.<br />
<br />
It’s ok to tell yourself that it’s ok.<br />
<br />
It’s ok not to be ok. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-10220520076292963892019-07-30T03:16:00.004-07:002019-07-30T03:16:57.216-07:00The River Crossing <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGbnSjuVIzA/XUAYlTn4__I/AAAAAAAAG9M/yZFJ346cOVMj1Xdo2WA5enGe5bRMxwiCQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/_MG_1356%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGbnSjuVIzA/XUAYlTn4__I/AAAAAAAAG9M/yZFJ346cOVMj1Xdo2WA5enGe5bRMxwiCQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/_MG_1356%2Bcopy.jpg" /></a>
You have this fantasy that by giving up, you will succeed. That just as you finally give up, everything will somehow work itself out, that people will respond to some kind of humanness in your act of giving up.<br />
<br />
But that’s not what’s going to happen. You're just going to give up, not as a performative act, not as a way to showcase your humanity, just because you simply cannot be the character you’ve played for as long as you have.<br />
<br />
You are not redeeming yourself.<br />
<br />
You are simply giving up.<br />
<br />
No rising sun.<br />
<br />
No blinding light. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-35207937608969828332019-05-29T06:25:00.003-07:002019-05-29T06:25:39.043-07:00The Good Lie<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCJA9rm3ulw/XO6IJqyF4DI/AAAAAAAAG7o/t1Y0w_itJQ03vpAXppRvraYgbnwWvjaIACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Untitled_Artwork%2B11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCJA9rm3ulw/XO6IJqyF4DI/AAAAAAAAG7o/t1Y0w_itJQ03vpAXppRvraYgbnwWvjaIACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Untitled_Artwork%2B11.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-9877860273071210182019-05-27T13:44:00.001-07:002019-05-27T13:44:25.178-07:00The Way In The Dark <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is love:<br />
<br />
To let someone else<br />
hold your hand in the dark<br />
and guide you out of yourself<br />
and to be willing to let that happen<br />
again, and again, and again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-51012901566481819352019-04-17T11:46:00.001-07:002019-04-17T11:48:20.846-07:00The Light At The Start Of Everything I was honoured to write this poem to announce the discovery of The Okavango Blue, the largest and rarest blue diamond, ever discovered.<br />
<br />
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bgHgoX7Z8QU" width="400"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-26298167483294848672019-04-12T03:52:00.000-07:002019-04-12T03:52:32.682-07:00The Need To Do Nothing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you do not make time for yourself every
single day, literally give yourself time to do
nothing, your body will take all the time you
owe it, all at once.<br />
<br />
And you will sit there, on the side of your bed, and you will cry and say under your breath between sobs,<br />
<br />
“What is wrong with me?”<br />
<br />
But you are not weak and there is nothing wrong with you. <br />
<br />
You have just forgotten to give yourself time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-17675158048004842542019-04-10T03:51:00.001-07:002019-04-10T03:54:12.867-07:00The Secret Song<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJRaVnGrGUA/XK3LS5JnXhI/AAAAAAAAG58/xqIbypckFPA60NxoWlfRvok74JdLOLPrwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/angel%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJRaVnGrGUA/XK3LS5JnXhI/AAAAAAAAG58/xqIbypckFPA60NxoWlfRvok74JdLOLPrwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/angel%2Bcopy.jpg" /></a>Some of us fight wars you will never see
against enemies you will never know
and if we win, we are not given medals.<br />
<br />
We are given the chance
to fight tomorrow. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-2600619502185920482019-03-18T02:20:00.000-07:002019-03-18T02:20:12.511-07:00The Candle In The Dark <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHOMMEGC9gE/XI9ikvabhkI/AAAAAAAAG4c/eHEvNaHAQ_4buXQKumKBvJwcX-T3X_18QCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/xx%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QHOMMEGC9gE/XI9ikvabhkI/AAAAAAAAG4c/eHEvNaHAQ_4buXQKumKBvJwcX-T3X_18QCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/xx%2Bcopy.jpg" /></a><br />
There is a light that shines<br />
where no light shines.<br />
<br />
There is still love<br />
where there is no love.<br />
<br />
There is a loudness, if you listen.<br />
<br />
If you look,<br />
you will find,<br />
a heart that can play every sound. <br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-60861916526664679222019-03-15T13:41:00.005-07:002019-03-15T13:41:46.760-07:00The Good Fight <br />
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I no longer fight my pain or<br />
my frustration or my anger.<br />
<br />
I sit with it.<br />
I put my arm around it.<br />
And I say,<br />
<br />
“There you are old friend.<br />
What do you need to tell me today?”<br />
<br />
And I let it cry on my shoulder.<br />
And I let it be.<br />
And I don’t hold who it is, against it.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-56111848322212427682018-07-24T05:18:00.003-07:002018-07-24T05:18:39.865-07:00The Impossible Flower <div>
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<div>
Love the unlovable. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Climb the unclimbable.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Defeat the undefeatable. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Break the unbreakable. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Become the you they said you could never be. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Every single day, wake up and find the thing that cannot be done, and do it.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
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You are alone now and the curtains are drawn and the sun is shining outside and you will not see it for days.<br />
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You are alone now and trying to be stronger than you have any right to be.<br />
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You are alone now and waiting for the moment when even though you are alone, you do not feel it as much.<br />
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You are alone now and looking for a way through the grass and the reeds and the ghosts and the sound of the crickets and the sight of me leaving.<br />
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You are alone now and haunted by the past and what was and what could be.<br />
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You are alone now and wondering where the time went and who it went with.<br />
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You are alone now and your fingers are alone and your breath is alone and now you can get everything you wanted to do done and tick everything off the magic list you said you had, the one you said will eventually make you happy.<br />
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You are alone now and trying to define the exact moments you miss, the slow movement of someone else’s hand across your skin that you keep coming back to.<br />
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You are alone now and your hand touches empty air when you move it, to remember.<br />
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You are alone now and now you can do everything you couldn’t do with me, except be with me.
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Because I am alone now, too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-49368237221760509942018-06-19T07:57:00.000-07:002018-06-19T07:57:45.125-07:00The Light Through Rafters <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You are worth fighting for, and if you must fight for yourself and what makes you, you - then fight.<br />
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Fight with everything you have.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-82679410409340740152018-06-18T06:11:00.002-07:002018-06-18T06:11:52.703-07:00The Holding Of One's Breath <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W5Z3GoksCew/Wyel9KXSu2I/AAAAAAAAGw8/qHrMR01FO44ne_2JedGJBh9CcA8YZQRFACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/FullSizeRender-1%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W5Z3GoksCew/Wyel9KXSu2I/AAAAAAAAGw8/qHrMR01FO44ne_2JedGJBh9CcA8YZQRFACK4BGAYYCw/s1600/FullSizeRender-1%2B9%2Bcopy.jpg" /></a>There you are, washing dishes at the party, like you live there, trying to act like you belong somewhere you don’t.<br />
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There you are, taking your phone out, looking at an empty screen, just so you don’t have to look at anyone else.<br />
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There you are, holding your breath until your face turns blue for no other reason than to show you can.
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There you are, alone, and yet bigger than the sea. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-55638385962116249432018-06-12T23:56:00.000-07:002018-06-12T23:56:37.368-07:00The Death Of The Difficult Thing<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiN9kzOYGqc/WyC5BtbD2XI/AAAAAAAAGws/5T93czO7qhYlPkdg4J_L7jNjAVfCQTwvwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/%25E6%25B5%2585%25E8%258D%2589_29-08-10_0001%2Bcopy.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiN9kzOYGqc/WyC5BtbD2XI/AAAAAAAAGws/5T93czO7qhYlPkdg4J_L7jNjAVfCQTwvwCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/%25E6%25B5%2585%25E8%258D%2589_29-08-10_0001%2Bcopy.jpeg" /></a>
Do the difficult thing.<br />
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Not the easy thing.<br />
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The easy thing will let you live but the difficult thing will kill you, unless you kill it first.<br />
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Find where the difficult thing hides, in its difficult cave, in the difficult dark.<br />
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Then take your knife, and stab it, in its stupid, difficult heart.*<br />
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Now paint your face in difficult blood.<br />
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Walk out into the light after the long, difficult night,
and show the world what horrible damage you have done.<br />
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Let them fear you.<br />
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You are the difficult killer.<br />
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*Get out of bed. Take care of yourself. Write one sentence. Write the sentence after that. Talk to someone. Go to the thing you said you'd go to. Avoid doing the thing you said you wouldn't. Open the curtains. Go to bed when you planned to. Forgive people who don't deserve to be forgiven and then forget them. Look in-between the cracks to find the reasons why you are. Eat. Eat alone in public spaces if you need to. Let go of what you need to let go of. Get on the train. Answer/avoid your emails. Do just one thing that moves you closer to being the person you want to be.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-25227955459272098852018-05-11T10:58:00.002-07:002018-05-11T10:58:43.973-07:00The Smoke On The Horizon <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob4r23tloKI/WvXZk3X8ffI/AAAAAAAAGv0/U4Fr9uUa1I0iMHkhuaJs4zEGwL9649U8QCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_2477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob4r23tloKI/WvXZk3X8ffI/AAAAAAAAGv0/U4Fr9uUa1I0iMHkhuaJs4zEGwL9649U8QCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_2477.jpg" /></a>Did you think I would hurt forever?<br />
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This is what survival looks like.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-66842272275417844392018-04-05T02:22:00.001-07:002018-04-05T02:22:08.703-07:00Finale Dates And Times <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eyvl5s-0wa4/WsXpiKX2B2I/AAAAAAAAGu8/eZ3bUYySFWUfi-EZwYm5OBMcmGZ838JJQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/Main%2BTour%2BImage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eyvl5s-0wa4/WsXpiKX2B2I/AAAAAAAAGu8/eZ3bUYySFWUfi-EZwYm5OBMcmGZ838JJQCK4BGAYYCw/s400/Main%2BTour%2BImage.jpg" width="316" /></a>Click <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pg/I-Wrote-This-For-You-113018405387299/events/?ref=page_internal">here</a> for the exact dates and times.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752139154038265086.post-91398316983523230312018-03-12T05:32:00.000-07:002018-03-12T05:32:17.951-07:00The Way Home <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plB_XjUpZ3U/WqZtAZABDZI/AAAAAAAAGuI/1B2K4DiDXdc7T1q1IhIx2yE_C338V56ewCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_2187%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plB_XjUpZ3U/WqZtAZABDZI/AAAAAAAAGuI/1B2K4DiDXdc7T1q1IhIx2yE_C338V56ewCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/IMG_2187%2Bcopy.jpg" /></a>Life is a kind of magic trick the body does and once it’s over, you’re left with a hat with a hole in it and a white dove that’s flown away. And it makes you want to say,<br />
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“That’s it? That’s all we are?"<br />
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But you need to remember: That's not us.<br />
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We're the dove, flying home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4