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I've only been told, stories from others. They pass their beliefs on to be those of mine. I heard that we are miracles. I've also hear that we are the spectrum of light and energy given form. We can build, we can destroy, we can love, we can create. All the same power of the galaxies within us. We are built from the stars. We are worlds of energy bounded by our skin. Each of us walking miracles. Yet with all this energy within me, all this strength of a universe, I find myself so powerless in this moment.  This moment that a star puts its arms around me.  This embrace that has put me on my knees.  This moment that every spark of light, every atom, every breath of energy now pulses for another universe, another star that shines so bright. And as the infinite space around us travels, the divine power that made these stars collide.  Please hold me up, keep these stars bright.  Hold me as I hold you through this charismatic shower of universes.  Fo...

As the sun set through the green leaves and the color of the earth rose into the sky.  The deepness of the blue sky began to set with the yellow, now orange sun, breaking way for the richness of the pinks and purples to make their way across the clouds. I couldn't help but feel the weight of the day bear down on my mind.  The morning smell of the dark coffee. The rambunctious sound of traffic as I make my way to the small corridor of neutral florescent lights. The different tones of people pass by my day, make or break my mood if I so see fit.  The dull, hopefully not gray, lunch line of selected offerings.  The helpful reminder as I pick up the washed out red tray, to "Eat all the colors for a balanced meal." The afternoon glows outside the window covered by off white blinds as the small fern struggles to keep me company and stay alive with the brown trim embracing the green within. I walk in the evening, with all that has passed me through the day.  So f...