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Being Honest With Fiction

And ah, to you dear Freedom.
I love you so . . .

I am here to separate myself and disconnect from the powers that be. I am here to break away from the captors, and down to the mild to moderate the thefts of service, and all the way to the wardens who have mutually imprisoned me, I am here to create distance from the weight and the heaviness that holds the spirit down.
I am here to let go and rid myself from all the above, like the sandbags to the hot air balloons which signify the hopes of my brand new life.
I am here to use this as my springboard and like the launchpads in the wild and vast clearings, I am here to let each baloo go, one by one, so they can fly.
Lift off . . .

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Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky

106)

I am asked
Why?
Why do I do this?
Or, why do I come here
every morning,
or why do I keep coming back
when sometimes, coming back
can be lonely
or unforgiving, unfruitful,
and why do I keep coming back to
an unyielding series
of thoughts, feelings
and a blend of relentless
insecurities that find holes in my system
and keep me guessing –
Why?

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Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky

88)

Today is about love,
also known as Valentine’s Day
however, my love is not limited
to one day, nor is my love
limited at all, nor should it be.
No, my love is not aligned
with some
unrealistic version
of what love is, or isn’t,
nor is my love
limited to a commercialized view
of what love should become.

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