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I wake to the warmth of the sun through the window of my air conditioned house. I put on my clothes and make my way out to be with nature, to feel like part of the world. I drive my car through the traffic to get to my favorite park, windows rolled up and ac cranked on this hot day. They've put the parking close so I don't have to walk too far to the trail. The trail path that is so well maintained, they've put up wooden rails so I can feel safe. They've cleaned up the park a few years back, used to be dirty people that made me feel unsafe. They've got them all out. Now I can sit in peace on the benches they've put on the top of the hill. The view is magnificent now that they've got the tree out of the way. They've made this place a great place to be. I hope they keep it this way, keep the park as beautiful as I see it, they've made it serene by keeping out everything I don't like. After my relaxing trip, feeling connected to the world, I got ho...

Draft, draft, draft... People, surroundings, life, drafting my character. Playing a part to all these adventures. I've felt like I've had to lend to the scene, keep the show going. I'm part of an ensemble cast and I shouldn't steal the show. Yet I've played this part for so long, I know it like the back of my hand. I can't tell where the character begins and I end. I've become this part all too well. Although I know somewhere deep within I want another story, another adventure to change the scene. Is the audience waiting for a scene change as well? Their eyes wide on any show that beams bright. I can't tell, the stage lights are blinding. The people, characters, surroundings, audience, we're all acting under blinding lights, all playing our roles. I'll guess I'll continue play the part. I'll keep the show going. I'll act...act like I got a pencil in my hand... act like a writer... act like I have fans... act.

My soul So much like other souls We all breath the basic desires of life We strive to live, find pleasure in the world Yet I see you so different from me You see me so different from you Perhaps we are really the same More than we want to admit We are just encased differently My case is just different from yours Not any better, not any worse Our cases both cracked in different ways It's easier for me to lean to the left, for you it's the right I see beauty differently through the tiny cracks that expose my soul While your souls peeks out through your variation of cracks, a little different from the rest The pressures of the world push on our cases unique to our lives.  Stressing on our cases right at our distinctive weak spots I'm cold where you are warm, you're soft where I am rough This harden case we try to keep on Covering, protecting our sensitive souls

We want the lives of our loves to be care free from all the troubles of this world. Protect them from the irrational turns of decisions and actions that make no sense to us. We want them to avoid all the difficulties and challenges this world can put in front of us. To avoid the experience of troubles and working through them, the same turmoil that taught some to grow. We want our loves to stay innocent and soft, infant like. We never want the experience of a scalding desert sun or a frozen, harsh winter tundra to weather their skin. We don't want them to build in their precious imagination the ideas of the challenges history has overcome, how bleak the actions and decisions humanity has made that make no sense to us now. We don't want the world to bully our love ones around. We'll keep them safe in these protective walls. Keep their eyes closed so they don't see the harsh reality. We can tape mittens on their hands so they don't touch the troubled world we don...