Just about everything feels as though it may have never even happened. But then, all I must do is look downward, in to the crystal clear ocean, and my reflection instantly becomes an uncannily grim and secure reminder. Blasphemous scars systematically inscribe themselves across my battle worn body and beaten face. Each narrating vivid and relentless tales that make a man a man, yet offering vague excuses and validating reasons for their illustrious creation. Stories and tales which haunt me, and release me, each and every day. It is these daily aches, pain, and rare moments of visible reflections which tear at my soul; In essence, trying to gain it’s attention. To remind it of the horrific gutters of reality which continue to flow with all of life’s garbage, regardless of how hard I may try to keep them clean. Sigh… My mind begins to wonder. “Suck it up man! We still have the fourth quarter of life to finish. Can’t give in now. We can still win this! All we have to do is focus…”

 Hissss… Another long sigh is released from my blood-filled lungs. It manages to escape quietly through my hardened cracked lips, only to morph with extraordinary ease, out in to the ignorant air. Its as though my soul has never tasted freedom, nor experienced the glorious sights and sounds of “life” itself. From the heavens above Angels are getting their first glimpse of an immaculate untamed unicorn never before seen. Only… this time… the beast is actually tame enough to ride. With that released breathe, much of my life-force begins to follow diligently behind it. Hand-in-hand they go out. Out in to the cool Autumn sunset. Both of them searching for a sacred patch of happiness to call their own.

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