Déjà Vu in Mid-Spring

This is part of a series. To view prior posts, click the links below. Frantic, I search the wall to find the door, I’ve found a hundred times before. Find it. Fall into his arms. He dies. Lather rinse repeat. I awake, no longer shocked, unless being shocked by the fact I am having this [...]

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Believing Does Not Mean Seeing

Frantic as my life has been In times of pain and toil Being so mad at the world Fearing my blood will boil In this moment, in a place Where peace is now my goal Peace flows within us each If only we would be bold Bold enough to question The things we think are true [...]