April 7, 2012 § 8 Comments

Troubles tumble down the sides of the earth blowing dust fervently into the eyes of everyone in sight, temporarily blinding you to smiles that break their way through the maddening cloud. You push them away, wanting to sit a while and grieve. Do you seek to see love in the world, or to be loved? Are you searching for faces to paint upon stories inside your head, or are you hoping to understand more?

It is arduous to examine anĀ ever-changing world, and yet, as the dust glints golden andĀ dances lightly upon a thermal wind, hope rushes forth to greet you.


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