this year I will live up to a promise
let vengeance go, understand time should be it’s own place of value.
I will learn as I go
one of my heroes fell into dementia and in despite all the wounds I would be to find his effort. He told me he would kill me with a sniper rifle to release me to god. The wound is there but it grows over with tough skin. Perhaps part of him wanted me to be part of a house I could not be in his time. I would never dare to think he would force me to a religious belief.
for the first time taking a moment when someone asked me to smoke a cigarette with them at turn of the year. I recalled a memory of humanity when I did smoke. Partly because the man needed someone to be social. He said he moved from Atlanta and his family was in debt. I had no words.
his panic met the shoulder of me. For the first time in a long time I felt myself a security to be a found. Share the experience of life and security to someone. Someone, I can see who wants open and a point where Bill Ried would call edge of a knife.
I could go on and on about the wars of tribes. but the moment we shivered as men, standing outside of a door as human beings.
Thoughts within me, the forge of my iron keep.
There are men who are so fear driven to speak to women and I was that place once.
I earned my way to the heart of keep by enduring. I was nothing more than an open door at time we are known.
I hope he made it back. I stood at the door another hour because I was grieving a memory of my own where I waited four hours in cold.
that time passed and I have the wear with all to let it go now.