Undying Honour. Is It Really Worth It?

“To fight against a real enemy, 

to earn undying honour and glory by shooting total strangers,

and to come home with my breast covered with medals and decorations,

that was the summit of my hope. . . . 

It was for this that my whole life so far 

had been dedicated, my education, training, everything. . . .”

Can You Read My Mind?

Through foggy glass I see a reflection of myself in the trees.
Brown & crumpled  d r i f t i n g from the top 
                                                                              to the mud below
- - only to steep deeper and deeper in it  - - 
remaining there to ferment for months.

Then...almost quicker than they fell, these leaves will be .frozen. in time.
Restricted from movement and growth.
They can only lay to rest, lifeless, dreaming of the life they once had...


...soaking up the warmth of the sun in the complete glory of themselves...

Soon enough all of these leaves will cover the earth in a sorrowful blanket,
as a reminder to the earth of the life that once existed.
...In preparation for the frozen death that is about to engulf everything.


I look through this foggy glass...
take a finger...
and draw out:

'Why?'

Then pull the blind down.

Can You Read My Mind?

Slow Dancing

This dance speaks to me more so than any words that I can possibly choose to describe it.

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room - Wade Robson

So use your eyes
and feel it in your insides - 
For your body cries
To realize
What truly resides
In the part of you that dies
Too often.