| I love this, still. |


My smileWould that I could do more. No tragedy is to small for me to regret. I am the pillar, the tree, the encircling sky.My smile
I am where I am needed most. At least, I try. I listen, offer comforts, and give meagre advice. But most of all I am simply there.
I earn every second with them in this way. Because I love them. Because I care. Because, though they do not know it, they do the same for me every day.
Every day... ...they say hello. ...they talk, and laugh, and hug. They save my life without trying.
And so I know the value of my tim


WrongThe words are so hard to say.Wrong
To confess weakness in the face of adversity is painful. It galls us to admit, but it is true as often as not. Even now it doesn't come easy:
"I don't know."
It is perhaps the most truthful thing we can ever say.
I do not have the answers, and could someone please help?


Stained GlassWe're responsible, each of us, for the spiderwebs we cause.Stained Glass
The people we touch, crack, and shatter are ours to keep in mind forever.
We owe it to each one to remember every hurt, every shard of life we break off. Every face touched by a tear, every heart that trembled.
We leave an afterimage of ourselves on those panes our role/selves are projected onto.
Our intentions are invisible, while our actions carry unfathomable force. We linger where we are not.
Glass cannot be unbroken. But it can be mended.


Cold Death of the UniversePerfection struck from sky. Molten heavens cast into substance.Cold Death of the Universe
Formed of starlight moonbeams sunshine.
Ephemeral emptiness all. Eternal nothing given shape.
Oblivion wrapped in skin wrapped in oblivion.
Caught up in entropy. Trapped in the vacuum of you.


No where kidsIn the land of dirt, metal, concrete and plaster, Lies an army of a thousand no where kids losing ground and falling faster. They are slipping between the cracks into a life that no one should have to live, Because of the sins of the parents, their souls were what they had to give.No where kids
We are the people that you love to hate, We are the people that seal your fate. We are the bastards that you created, We are the bastards that survived the bomb you detonated. We are the generation with no place, We are the generation with no face. We are your sons and daughters.
Behind


ChoiceChoice. Everything is decided by it. There is a right and there is a wrong. There is nothing in between. Every choice made, even by the smallest of the small person creates an opposing reaction.Choice
In a single choice, the weakest of the weak can change the course of history. Such as the fact that you can’t purposely kill a person without knowing for sure that you ought to. To make the choice to pick up the weapon and to do the deed. A knight may choose to panic at the first hint of a battle, maybe afraid of the nightmares that will follow their sleep if they survive. And yet the lowliest squire ca
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"These carbon shells,
These fragile dusty frames
House canvases of souls.
We are bruised and broken masterpieces,
But we did not paint ourselves."
--- "Economy of Mercy", Switchfoot
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"All the principles of heaven and earth are living inside you. Life itself is truth, and this will never change." -- Morihei Ueshiba
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I want something good to die for,
to make it beautiful to live
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"All the principles of heaven and earth are living inside you. Life itself is truth, and this will never change." -- Morihei Ueshiba
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The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind. ~ William Blake
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
~ Lord Byron
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"All the principles of heaven and earth are living inside you. Life itself is truth, and this will never change." -- Morihei Ueshiba
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...Memento Mori... ...
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One foot in dark, one foot in light. This is how I live, this is how I fight.
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