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And other ambiguous things

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You have passed through the two hardest tests on the spiritual road: the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what you encounter.
Paulo Coelho, “Veronika Decides to Die”

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No matter how many amazing Pinterest articles that I read, I will always decorate some things like I’m 10. Ha Ha.

And those are original Hook toys from 1992 on the top shelf.

No matter how many amazing Pinterest articles that I read, I will always decorate some things like I’m 10. Ha Ha.

And those are original Hook toys from 1992 on the top shelf.

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"Human beings don’t live in a reality where they experience things for what they are in the moment. We live in a reality where we compare that which is to that which was – we experience the difference. Just as we are only capable of experiencing the change in velocity that a car is traveling and not the velocity itself, we are incapable of appreciating things for what they are, but rather what they are, compared to what they have been. We notice change more than we notice anything else – it’s a survival instinct."
-Paul Hudson

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My biggest concern was the scuff on my shoes.
I was Youth. Untamed Trust. Nothing to lose.

I gave smile in exchange for smile-

A silly polite sweet sort of style.
I got taken for a while…

Taken where that scream didn’t mean anything.

Taken where trust got tamed in short time.

Where there is no reason or rhyme.

*The Worst Crime*

… and it’s a dozen a dime.

Theft so openly.

Murder of ALL that is holy.

… and, afterwards- the girls cry quietly.
How quickly nothing turns to everything.
Matured in a matter of minutes.
Childhood gone. They steal it.
I gave strangled protest in exchange of smile.

I lost hope after while…
& their biggest concern - skirt shoes.
I was the clothes that I choose.

They had spoken louder than the No-Word refused.

I had got it all confused

And it’s of no consequence…
No one has seen that smile since.

Look around and see in far too many. Lost.
For what cost?

Time pass dulls wounds-

These stay fine-tuned.
Shines sharp in shut eyes-
A played out nightmare with no disguise.
This game of “take and steal”
Is far too real.
MY BIGGET CONCERN is what people FEEL.
Finding out that some people DON’T

Some people… WON’T.

One moment create chaos-
Untold loss.
Unspoken pain.
*Nothing to gain*…

Except accumulated names on the nightly news…
And they say that we choose.
From WHOSE point of view?
I survived in these scuffed shoes.
Step step slowly.
Lift my head from its victim lowly
Look up boldly
And share these words. A mentality defiled.
Fighting for free smiles.

- NOTHING else implied.

No- not defied.
Eye to Eye to Dry Eye.
We’ll stop crying quietly.