Here We Are

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*Sighs soothingly* The peak of winter is approaching. This can be a time to relax, rejuvenate, and (hopefully) play in some snow. The greatest aspect of winter weather, to me, is the fact that the cold/snow adds another layer of existence. In the heat, it can surely get hot (duh?), but by comparison to the cold, exists in a single dimension. Cool weather issues in a steady sense of protection, and with it, a desire to wake you up. The love is never-ending.

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Dear Diary,

Keeping some kind of journal can be very freeing, especially if there’s plenty on the mind. Within those pages exists a written-out copy of the world as you see it from inside your head. While other days may provide themselves to be more diary-worthy than others, you might not regret writing down your daily thoughts as you look back months….or even years from right now. Words act as both the coldest and the warmest embrace, all at once.

Uninhibited

Let’s run away from it all; venture unto vastness.

Sail to a deserted island and weather the unforgiving winds.

Lounge amid the forest alongside colorful wildlife.

“Reconnect” with our primal foundations as we feast on this sacred meal.

Bathe in lukewarm streams as they cascade from right above our heads.

Lie down to rest upon giant leaves; sweltering humidity for covers.

Forget what it’s like to be human; remember what it’s like to be alive.

The Rest? History….

I’ve long been a fan of historical fiction.  I believe what captivates me most is the fact that it might have happened, though it is presented as any ‘ole tale.  Many remark that we should learn from the past in order to compose a greater future, but I believe the past is best left just there.  The knowledge that humans have gained in modern times is going to propel the world to great heights, just as the mindset of yesteryear was valuable to that time period, and I believe that is a beautiful thing.  The more we take the time to seek the unique qualities found within old history (both the good and the bad), the more knowledge we gain.

Both the Middle Ages and early American history interest me more than any other period in time.  Think about it.  These were times that lay claim to unmatched progression and devastation, all in one.  Society wasn’t nearly as cut-and-dry as it is today, and in a way, I wish I could experience that kind of existence (if even only for one day).  Can you imagine the sheer amount of novel-worthy situations that may have arisen then?  So much wonder…….so much mystery.  We are only human.

Little Beau Peep-Poetry

A dinner with some friends.
Another day at the corner.
This is how her full week ends.
The crowd whispers, “could he be any shorter?”

A thickened figure incites chatter.
Stringy man, powerful spirit.
Being an intern was all that mattered.
His message, everyone wants to hear it.

A girl of six-foot-five.
A guy of five-foot-three.
In her step, no jive.
His everyday, ventriloquy.

Wet eyes lie down for bed.
The day’s closed for entertaining.
In her dreams, she’d wish she was dead.
In fan base, he was gaining.

The weekend has arrived as she strolls near his spot.
Another show is put on, but his eye catches a sight.
She walks right past him, her eyes, bloodshot.
He makes a quick dash; it was worth putting up a fight.

Feeling a tug at her arm, she decides to look down.
He looks up at her face after having run a mile.
First a trick, then a flash, and there’s no longer a frown!
A farewell tug to her hand, “you have a beautiful smile.”