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For all the choices that might have been, the what ifs, the maybes, or perhaps I’m just building castles in the air. But through it all the good, the bad, and the ugly there is one thing I am most proud of: My Angel. My little shining star. Do I have regrets? Yes, I do. But just as time is lost,some things can still be reclaimed. So I am moving forward with determination,with lessons etched into my heart,and with a fire that refuses to die.

How does one unbecome what they have slowly become? How do I find my way back to the person I thought I would always be? Where do I begin when the very person I need to change is the person staring back at me? Tell me, how do I unbecome what I hate? And where, oh, where, do I start?

Life is so black it becomes a serious dark matter Like an explosion two pressures forced together The beginning of time was a pressure pushing out And the pressure of infinite wisdom pushing in When pressure can equal to equal for a period And just strengthen and then explode The dark matter is a reminder of the creation of the universe itself But the explosion of the clear sea can only create so much dark matter and if the dark matter is spun hitting a certain speed The pressure of dark matter will just change Its just a life of pressure going out going in And the world does spin,so life on earth has begun A clock

As the fire cools and the earth does form with the solar winds that spin and spins around The cooling mist is caught and tangled And a giant cloud of life appears And drys in time as well in pressured solar wind And life becomes true and fresh As pure air gives life its birth

When the explosion from a combustion bang simmers down and disappears All those chemicals join together in a million different ways And then dried with time and smoth'd by a solar wind A dry ball of hard sand becomes ready to grow And most of us call this home sweet home A planet Earth

i left a small memory a single stone on a cairn to an unknown person in an unknown place mine was not the only one it wasn’t the last one it shared the feeling of the space no 2 stones were the same the eternal mold held the reason the pattern persists instinct never drew me there serendipity did a single stone continued a connection of respect and wonder not to difference but to a consequence of confluence of me within we a return journey after 300 years

I wish I had said no. I should have said no. And funny enough, you were right. I could have said no. So why didn't I? I guess I was flattered that a giant could fall in love with an ant like me. Perhaps I should have read the signs. Perhaps I should have known better. I guess the saying is true: When life teaches you a lesson and you fail to learn, it repeats itself. For now, all I can say is lesson learnt. But why does my heart ache this much?

Today, I decided to walk. The dilemma was whether I was walking to clear my head or simply to lose some weight. But as I put things into perspective, I realised that perhaps it was all in my head. I had built empty castles, dreamt of possibilities, and convinced myself of things I desperately wanted to believe. Yet my heart aches when the thought of you arises, or when I hear your voice. Was it all a lie? I saw the signs, yet I really wanted to believe that you had chosen me.

Its a very long road From lands end to john o groats So take a light snack To kick up the protein lack Maybe an oat crunchy bar Lashed with a coat of chocolate The fisherman around my place you no Call the warmth of the bar A seabiscuit