Fair Flying

Do you ever wonder why things turn out the way they do? Is it fate? Is it destiny? Is it the pressure of a trillion worrisome minds colliding over the centuries? What can be prevented? What is inevitable? What's important? What isn't?  When do we start? Where do we begin? These are the kinds of questions that flood into my mind in the middle of the night when sleep seems useless. The little voices in my head get louder and louder until I'm sure I must be having an argument of some kind. They're persistent sometimes. And they do propose interesting points, don't they? There are events that happen in this world that are unable to be explained, even by the most intelligent, well-spoken people.  And it's not just the "what" and the "why", but also the " how ". There is such intricate detail that goes into every choice we make and into every event that occurs throughout our life. It's not just choices and events, either. I...

I prefer to experience things in my life with a certain clarity. If my perception becomes too warped or obscured, I become overwhelmed, and where's the fun in that?  I prefer to take my time with many of the activities I partake in; such as running, eating, reading or creating.  Like my actions, my emotions need a bit of time as well. Time to develop. Time to heal. Time to expand.  My experiences are important to me because they make up who I am. Sometimes I let them become too important, however, and one wrong move upsets me beyond recognition. But I just have to remind myself that even the worst days have some merit to who I am as a person. My life is not justified by my sorrows, burdens and mistakes, but by how I choose to act and deal with them. That's how everyone should feel. There is a certain clarity that comes with knowing oneself, to see and to reflect on one's experiences and to make sense out of even the slightest mistakes. There is so...

My heart is my palace where our soul flirts with malice. And there is nothing here aside from usual fear. My love is my anchor; our canvas not much blanker. My will is my power which outlasts every hour. You are, delicate star, all my joy by and by far. And here will always be our spitting epitome.

We wake up and we realize the day before this is over. We can never relive. We can never go back. There are great days, there are amazing days, and there are bad. That night of absolute joy and celebration with everyone you love? It has passed. That minuscule, miserable day that made you feel like oblivion itself? It's gone. So breathe deep and keep your head held high, because we're changing, we're shifting, and we're moving on, whether we want to or not.

I've always had mixed feelings about this holiday. Part of me thinks it's overly commercialized (as all holidays tend to be), and part of me thinks it's ridiculously adorable (that's the consumer in me). I'm kind of a sucker for cheesy cute things, even though that isn't always the case. I'm also a sucker for romance, despite my lack of experience with such an obscure notion. However, I do know what love feels like, and it's probably one of the best feelings in the world. I'm not talking romantic love, with chocolates and flowers and kisses and cuddles. I'm not talking lust, either. None of that 50 Shades of Bullshit. No drama, no ridiculous fantasies or expectations to fulfill. All of that is fine to an extent, but people tend to miss the point. In my opinion, Valentines Day is about much more than just romantic love. It's more than just candy and cuddles or cute messages to loved ones via social media. There's an essence ...

There is no wasteland As pretty as this Where ships lie in piles On pale crystal sand And taper to knees Of children younger Than I once was then In circles of trees. Where barrels and tons Mean “snow day!” for us; How does something big Turn to only one? It’s barren and fun At the same damn time While washed winds approach To break off a lung. When did something small Become everything- When it’s not really That barren at all?

Gentle falling snow, What have you done? Gentle falling snow, What have you become? Is there order to this chaos that falls beneath my feet? Is there lord there in malice who tends to slicking sleet? Gentle falling snow, What have you done? Gentle falling snow, it seems you have won. I’m fighting hard, my brothers, to make sense of all this white; I’m fighting hard, my sisters, against the black that burns bright. Tender falling snow, What have you done? Quiet falling snow, Take flight under summer sun.