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Untitled - euphoriaToo long has it beensince my pen drew the swirls of your nameon these faintly lined pages.A memory book, I called it;and yet the months have gone bywith nothing touching each pagebut the ones underneath and above.Perhaps they are memories after all,filled with the silence, the empty.Perhaps it is fitting that this book of ourshas nothing in it unless you are here:just the stacks of cards and lettersthat we've stuffed inside the cover, anda few "Take the roast out for dinner" noteshastily signed 'Love you - Me'.Perhaps the memories destined for immortalityhaven't been made yet.What a delightful thought.
Untitled. By Choice.Honesty is a double-edged sword;cutting through all to find the truth,yet cleaving heart and spirit in the process.It is a coldhearted soldier,taking a soul prisonerso that it may be tortured for eternity.We embrace the idea of truth,never realizing that nothing is free.Forever shackled and shadowedby the knowledge of good and evil,we are bound to the ideals that we preach,like an unholy marriageof willing spirit and weakened mind.It the end, it is costly;and its price is all too oftenmore than we were ever willing to pay.
You Are MeThere is a comfortin the color of your eyes,matching mine jade for jade.I find myself here;in the same greenwhere I lose it all.It feels like home to look at you.The quiet strength I find in your soulis exactly what I wish I had, yet...somehow when I am with youI realize it's always been inside me.I am strong here;in my own heartwhere I am weak for you.I feel like I can take the world.The way you smile at mereminds me that I have one of my own;waiting to be (real).I am myself here;in the mirror of your gazewhere all I need is who we are.I have never felt more beautiful.
Thought UnspokenYou tread within the darkest of my places;fearless, unwavering,leaving bits of truth for me to findand wrap myself in.
Even in This Place-Chapter 3Even In This Place: Chapter 3Day 2: Friday0632 hours localNear Watertown, South DakotaMac was riding shotgun in the Blazer as Kendall drove. As the ground team leader, or GTL, she could have pulled rank and made one of the guys drive. She preferred it this way, though: Mac as the nav, reading his maps and coordinates and running the GPS; Christon sitting in the middle of the back seat, monitoring the many radio frequencies and comm check-ins; and Becker sitting behind him, alternately scribbling notes in the team's mission log and listening for his handheld DF to squawk. There wasn't much conversation between the four of them, as each had a job to do. They were starting to get closer to the target area, and the tension in the Blazer was building. Mac was the first to break the silence."I'm friggin' hungry. Cap'n, let's swing into the Mickey D's at the 881 exit, since we have to stop and wait for base anyway.&