I discovered that my life could be best described as a dull green. You may ask how I came to this revelation. It involved a disgruntled walrus birthing a kangaroo, the idea of a concept of a long story, and flippers. Unfortunately, I only have fifty words to tell you.

She jumped out of bed sweat on her head. All around her, her hair falling away. Her daughter walks through the door to say “goodbye.”

That morning she awoke. It was just a dream.

Five months later she stepped into her hairless daughter’s room to say goodbye… One last time.

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POWER

I have the drive to strive to be alive to have the right to live a life worth living.
One of glory one of peace of a nice warm fleece
A sock laid down by the fire

I have the drive to thrive and dive into the hive of my mind.
A place where life resides and death awaits
behind the line, beneath the fence, beyond the gates

I have the drive to be alive to push myself and to survive.
A challenge once excepted can never be neglected
I accept you as you are now please let that be reflected

I have the drive to contrive a kinder life that I'll revive
one of peace and of love. Without deceit of

Goodbye

I am a GOD
I am a GODDESS

the light the dark
The striving the thriving when we are apart

Me and I we reach for each other
each caught up promised one to another

I am

The mundane of life
the flame of death

The blind man
sees me prance across the street

Me, a legless dancer
that skips to the deaf composers beat

She reads a white page
She asks why it sings

I am the paradox
of all things