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I hate when my head is stuck between feeling depressed or giving up. Then the option to forgo it all and being positive makes me feel like I’m being crushed to death by some immense weight. Trying to be positive also feels like being stabbed or shocked with a taser.

So I guess the choices are, be depressed and sad, give up, or walk around being tasered internally, maybe I’m just not meant to be.

Some Rocky Mountain wildlife

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Maligne Canyon

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Jasper (Part 3 of 3)

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Jasper (Part 2 of 3)

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Jasper (Part 1 of 3)

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Moraine Lake

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Lake Louise

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Hike to Sulphur Mountain summit

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Banff, Canada

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Life Cycles

She shed, I shed, we shed our winter skins, splashed with drying stings of hollow bites from cold nights.

The days grew life again, we drew maps in the snow and ice, but they are shattered and broken along the rivers we came to love.

We came to love the crumbling of leaves, gliding like silk through mud—stretching its atoms once more. For more than the sun in the peak of day, the life absorbed with each decay. Welcome change, you have been craved.

Take us back to the Maple streams, the Oaken knock when Kudzu reaves.

We wanted more.

Life cycles, as it must, as it only should and life obliged, the only way it knew how.

It gave us flames to reap our past for more to grow anew.

To this day, I still don’t know why each scent brings heaven, each step a dream of her.

Her... The mirage of dying days. The end of the rainbow. In all fairness her reality is pending. A memory of fantasy in flames like Hell.

I can remember ash black and grey, in the peaks and valleys between the rivers. Before the Earth began to climb ever more towards the sky.

In the days of green it all feels natural like it was meant to be like it always had been.

When I see her, I see the world lush with youth and death and the masters of time. The strong and brittle— harmonious— dancing to her song.

I cannot repeat her tone, her pitch, or words.

I am no longer surrounded by the trees, the vines, or flowers that painted each step.

In light of it all, I feel her touch the softness of her hand, the warmth of her skin when we lit each branch, each barren brush that began to form like cancer before we ever knew.

While we watched we knew the end was the beginning the beginning, the end of what we thought we knew of what we thought we wanted to becomes thoughts of thoughts of more as we burned into nothing.

I know somewhere in the beats of my heart her world grows, out of sight, but it is bright and love softens her thirst and the birds sing her songs I’ll never hear.

Whoever she is I hope the flames did not burn her and she still dances free in the wind beneath the sky.

If ever we've met, or will, by hindsight or foresight, which ever guide these visions. I hope we will stay long enough to hear all melodies of the world; to find earth instead of fire.

As the trees grow tall, we’ll find our way to the soil. And every memory will grow and life cycles as it should, as it must.

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Forever

A word on the 456th page of my dictionary. Its very existence a paradox to existence. The definition without an asterisk explaining its nature though its nature is unnatural.

Forever is a long, long time; infinite. Uttered by those who’s time is finite.

When the last definition is lost. When the last human has perished. If ever a race should discover ours and turn a page to find “forever”. They will stare and pause and wonder whatever forever could be.

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