Dream Dark Stories

Category: M. R. Vega

  • Prompt Soup #0.5

    What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?

    I caught a glimpse of the prompt earlier today and was excited, at first. But, to my dismay, I found that it’s been so long since I had played a game, that it took me some time to think of which one’s really made an impact.

    Last of Us, fantastic story line, definitely shares some attributes of The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I enjoyed the game, but then there’s God of war which follows Kratos a God of War who was replaced and then goes on a revenge kick for eight games so far I think. And then Borderlands , what I’d imagine Firefly to be like with a tad bit more fantasy/sci-fi added if the show continued after that 14th episode of the first season. Damn shame too. I feel if marketing was on it back then the show could’ve carried a few more seasons. And what about the blue gloves men?so there you have it, Last of Us, what a surprise, Borderlands, and the God of War series. Due to the connections of mythology, fictional narratives, and my sci-fi fix.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and hope your night is bliss and the day to come is gentle and effortless.

    Thank you for being you and you stay awesome. Til tomorrow. Bye.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Ninety-Nine, April 8th, 2024

    Hello and Hi-ho.

    Life! The time is 5:20 p.m, the temp is dropping, the music blares and the dogs trot about the concrete garden they call home. The Eclipse passed a little over three hours ago and

    Give this playlist a listen: Repeat Rewind 

    https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1EpKKOlowrzCcC?si=fuN_9IQdShq5K64_oGVzOA&pi=u–Zd8FnT8R–h

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Nine, July 17th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    One more f****** day and I draw a blank, have up on poetry. But I didn’t, what I did give up on was taking pictures and posting them here, I don’t know why I just well honestly I’m f****** exhausted I’ve been essentially taking care of another baby for the family.

    We got ourselves a mini dachshund named Kona and he’s about 10 weeks old and holy s*** I’m f****** exhausted I’m more than exhausted I’m well wigging out.

    So my plan is I’m going to bust out as many pieces of Art and as much poetry and all at once and drop it all on day 200 and maybe it won’t be day 200 but 201 but still four day 200 I don’t know it’s f****** confusing and I’m tired and I’m sorry you have a beautiful day.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night, may your day be gentle and the night pleasured with a flurry of love.

    Thank you for being you, for supporting and coming back and again.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Eight, July 16th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello

    Shit, things just get away, don’t they sometimes? The heat is relentless, news of storms to come but still I breathe in flaming vapors that riddle my body to holy hell.

    I’m exhausted, I’ve been, been falling asleep in the middle of conversations, swaying eyes difficulty holding positions and staying still. Always laying my head to sleep and sleep, the heat it’s killing me. Oh, how I hate the summer lashing heat.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night, thank you for putting up with my shit and editing this last minute of day 200. I hope you have a lovely day, a blissful night and may you stay awesome as always.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Prompt Soup #0.4

    What foods would you like to make?

    Home cooked foods.

    Luckily I was treated with the grace of a mother and grandparents who were very comfortable in the kitchen and loved to cook for their families. And luckily for me, I didn’t have much to do but eavesdrop and pay very close attention when they were cooking, which I did a lot. So most things I want to cook if there is a recipe I’m usually able to do it if not and I follow my gut it also usually comes out well, it’s a matter of trying fancy things like desserts that I really want to learn.

    Sugar Craft

    I’ve always wanted to get into the baking and chocolate crafting or sugar crafting, whatever it’s called. The idea of making a beautiful chocolate ball that inside has delicious fresh fruit and making it able to open on its own using heat or another source sounds awesome to me. That said, I have literally tried baking something different only once, and it was a mirror cake. It turned out pretty cool just not exactly what I was going for.

    That’d be my want, of being an area that I would love to delve into, If I had the Time and the means.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for visiting my site and I love the support shown. Thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Seven, July 15th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    If this tells you anything, I’d hope the image would at least fill in the blanks as to why there isn’t more art.

    Meet Kona Bean

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for coming back again and again. I more than love the support but most important, thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Six, July 14th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I’m haunted. Every day I wake knowing, lamenting in quite remorse and I sit haunted. 15 years and counting. If only the cries and shudders to stop were heard, if only, if only.

    Stupidity had its day, leaving a bairn to be raised by wolves of the masculined type. Where did lost heads find empty necks? Only forward towards the brim of something new and the same.

    A monotony, the dichotomy of what is all too similar, it’s surreal. Surreality for the absurdity for being alive in this role we call life. Call for life, called purpose. Come on keep me alive and clap five times. Five times to make me yours.

    Don’t know if you’re seeing it, catching anything amiss, know of what’s missing?

    The missing missing piece…come on five times clap, clap, clap, clap, clap…five times, five times. Clap.

    Clap.

    Clap.

    Keep it alive,

    A testimony to life,

    Keep it alive

    Clap

    Clap

    Clap.

  • Prompt Soup #0.2

    Which activities make you lose track of time?

    Shamefully it’s been a bit more than a week since I’ve dived into producing another piece, that said, where I lose myself is when I paint, write, and sing. 

    However, it’s the writing where I not only lose track of time but I lose track of most things, I end up finding myself stopping, pensively searching within for the relation to what I’m in and who is becoming the character on paper.

    It’s the same with painting, I melt with the liquids and plummet into what is being thrown on the canvas. I let my spirit take way to a direction unknown and breathe in what becomes.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your grace and coming back again and again.

    May your night be splendid and gentle and the day be bliss and love.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Five, July 13th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    There’s a film that’s always made an impression, as a matter of fact, I guess it’s the director. Mr. Darren Aranofsky.

    The Fountain though is what I’m referring to in whole. Ever seen? It’s an amazing film…that stirred something inside, I guess I’d call it self-decorating or self-mutilation.

    Anyhow the main character, played by Hugh Jackman is seen piercing his finger with quill and ink. The camera pans back and we see the finger is decorated with a tattooed ring…it resonated for me. 

    Enough that I find myself awaiting, hesitating, at turning on the newly bought tattoo gun to do the same, but more a band. A band or a few on the arm…I sigh with hesitations, as I want the tattoo and to do it by myself, but then I have to be wise and know what this to me. Do I just want it or is each for a period of life that I have lived through? The questions…hmm… we’ll see.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    I thank you for coming time and again to show support and read the thoughts of an angry MSer.

    I do apologize for not broadcasting art as of late…the body hurts and I just got a canvas reup yesterday. I hope to bring some painting your way in days maybe hours, we’ll see. Again thank you and may your day be bliss the night be gracious and yourself stay awesome and beautiful.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Four, July 12th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    . . .

    By: M. R. Vega

    An ellipsis to start, a beginning long from where we’re at, I take my palms to my eyes and squeeze out the anguish of time I’ll spend and wonder where the it’s all gone.

    Checking my hands, waving away the monotonous diatribe, monologue me this backward cuz this isn’t sweeping itself up.

    I find myself on the run, fleeing in place, stomping on the same grounds for eons now and you wonder to why I haven’t taken to the river.

    Why not let my worry run like a baptized soul, maybe just the feet would do. Dunk a toe, wipe away the moisture. Don’t feel much in change, feel more than lies, dunk a toe, maybe for a second time for extra measure, for extra purity.

    I take to the sky instead, to the rhythmic splendor of the space between you and I, removing the baptismal opportunity to be resurrected though from ash and soot. Watch me burn to be what I become, like a wolf from the pack howl and run, howl and flee. My pack is hungry

  • 10 things.

    List 10 things you know to be absolutely certain.

    • 1.) Life is Beautiful.
    • 2.) MS is a bi*** and a half.
    • 3.) Music is an amazing thing.
    • 4.) Movies are a wondrous tapestry for human creativity and perception.
    • 5.) Love is key.
    • 6.) Asking for help isn’t a bad thing.
    • 7.) That being courteous is just being nice, for goodness sakes. Nothing wrong with being kind to everyone around.
    • 8.) Love is the Answer and Key.
    • 9.) The sky is beautiful to stare at in the middle of the night.
    • 10.) Love is Love is Love.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for your support and hope that the night is bliss and the day to come cherished and wondrous.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Three, July 11th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Ever those days where you wake up so much earlier than you plan down and somehow you feel better than you have every other day when you have gotten there the right amount of rest?

    A prompt recently addressed, days ago mind you, I talk about how there is a lack of sleep, that there is a very long duration that I find myself staring at the ceiling, awaiting rest to find my eyes. That didn’t happen today or last night, although I went to bed at 2:00, anyhow, my body immediately  knocked off, and 3 hours almost exactly, I was up again as though I had planned on it.

    This is beginning to worry me, though I am finding time to do school work that I didn’t have previously, I’m wanting to contain my sanity and I feel that a lack of sleep will just increase the fragility of my mental space. Maybe I can pull it through, maybe if the hours are spaced accordingly, the body will be rested adequately.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    May the night’s air be a refreshing change, the morning, a splendor of worthy time to you.

    Thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Prompt Soup #0.1 The Favorites

    If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?

    One: I’d have it set to the theme of one’s Last Meal. Two: given this is purely hypothetical, I would invite Amy Tan, Louise Penny, Neil Gaiman, Shirley Jackson, Stephen King, Toni Morrison, Dallas Green, Sam Rockwell, Bjork, Chuck Palahniuk, Harlan Coben (before Netflix), Agatha Christie, Ludovico Einaudi, The Hics, Kurt Vonnegut, Ray Bradbury, Joy Harjo, Jeff Buckley, Norman Mailer, and Thomas Harris.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for being who you are, for reading this, and coming to support. Thank you.

    May your day be brighter and the night blissful.

    Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Hmmm…🤔

    What do you think gets better with age?

    Like a good wine I feel that the best things to be better through age is the understanding, scratch that. It’s knowledge, this referring to the skills and the specificity of whatever information and facts that one would and can gather through education, life, or experience. But, I brake, take pause and think of ‘understanding’ that wonderful ability of us being able to understand something.

    So it’s the multitude of knowledge and understanding that helps with the intrinsic and empathy value that makes me. I’d slap the younger version of myself before asking if he’d want to share a cup a’joe, myself now, id want to discuss and peer through further to better myself and the steps forward.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night, thank you for coming, thank you for the likes, and continued support. Most importantly, thank you for being you.

    Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-Two, July 10th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    ENJOI!!!

    Whoa, ever take to looking back, looking at the steps made before, statements made promises promised? Been wanting to do the art in the poetry as well as really anything of the sort of Art that I produce here, I’ve been wanting to do that everyday. But I then take to being here, being present being in the moment with my wife and my son and our puppies and life I really really enjoying my creative writing class I am doing it’s an elective but still it’s something that I’m massively pumped for and I am sorry but at the same time I’m not though, because, well, I like where I’m at. I feel safe where this is.

    It’s like the prompt the other day asking about vacation. My best vacations aren’t ever a planned and intended one, it’s the moments I enjoy in that moment with the ones I Love. And I hope the memory resonates still and always.

    This is a worry, but I digress, that’s another conversation for another time.

    I’m tired and though I should be wise and keep my lips shut, I’ve decided I’m not going to do that anymore. If I have a question I’m going to ask a question regardless about painful it may be, regardless of what it may allude to, or give light to. I’m tired and I don’t know about you but doesn’t it get old? Doesn’t the b******* language that more curtails the actual situation and manages to even avoid the nuance so there’s no implication of what’s actually happening, you end up having an assumption, you have anger, and then you’re just done.

    Mind you the assumption isn’t always there however there are times when it’s hard not to assume because why else not? Why wouldn’t I go to that thought? Why wouldn’t I assume what could be a possibility in the situation where the question lies?

    Questions, so many questions, life is a question though isn’t it? Laughter so much LOL hahaha. Good night all.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night.

    May the day be blessed and the night a wonderful splendor of dream and wild bliss

    Thank you for the repeated likes and coming to the site. Thank you for the support, and thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Ash

    By: M. R. Vega

    Burning embers to my temple, blue night shadow, withers my sorrows.

    Forever splendor, feigning fervor to the quiet solitude that stands resolute.

    Burning embers to my heart’s desire, muted and restrained, bleeding red, lamentations for silence.

    Painted stars and space within these lids, closing the eyes to fly away from this here haze finding no solace in the noise.

    Blue scorn to my fervour of an untamed heart, splice my mind and the memories within, bring me solace paint, me black, paint me red, paint me new.

    Burn to ash the worry of tomorrow, burn the hand that holds one still, burn, burn, burn, leave the scars of the troubled heart for another day.

    Leave the mind to another, leave the heart find the time, take the red, take the black, call for pause and take a breath.

    We call to ash, we bring the hate, like shrouded blankets of fueling madness, spitting rage, burn it down take the fire, bring the red. Bring the hate. Take my fate.

    Ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash to ash.

  • Whoa, healthy?

    What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?

    I’d love to say I sleep eight hours a night, or that I get my sleep in like I breathe, but I’m afraid that’s never been the case.

    Even with the foul and severely depleting fatigue from the MS I carry, the sleep doesn’t find me easy.

    I’m always the last in bed nearing one or two in the morning and then 630 7 the next morning, literally a few hours after falling asleep.

    It’s funny to think that it may be a health issue when knowing that Leonardo da Vinci would go an hour or two to do his craft, then go nap for an hour and go back to it everyday for years. The thing is I’m not DaVinci, on top of that there is a call to actually get a decent amount of rest when you have a neurodegenerative disease like MS, Parkinson’s and the likes, but it’s either a compelling that makes it where I can’t, and my body won’t. This is more than frustrating, and yet I have an opportunity to take the advantage and use it, learn my craft in my painting, especially my watercolor, more than especially, my f****** writing. But then again I like the raw account and very journalistic variety that I bring because well I’m f****** bored with everything else, aren’t you? I’m just trying to find a niche for myself and those who like to come into the site, wish I had more knowledge in computers and making websites that are involved.

    Scratch that there we go again it’s a choice I either make the attempt and trying to figure it out, or don’t, or I weigh and measure which things I need to actually curate and strengthen and then look at the other things that yeah they’re nice but do I need it? I don’t know again are these questions that you think are these the things that trouble you daily or am I alone in this kind of thinking these kind of thoughts throughout my entirety of the journal since January 1st 2024, are these thoughts how people think?

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for reading my prompts posts, thank you for coming to the site, thank you for being a reader, and thank you for being you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety-One, July 9th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Ever have those times when you feel that you have everything sussed out, that it’s all on the right path? But thepp n one small little rift happens leaving you lacking appendages, emotion, a string of cognitive thought, may it be.

    Ever realize how much that small rift is so comparable to that of a butterflies flapping wings, and yet you’re outside of oneself trying to grasp at the straws unseen?

    Now, I understand this may seem negative, but check this out.

    Those rifts, regardless of size, are points of adversity that leave you to an option of sorts. These options are boundless and infinite, plus they’re yours. You have a choice.

    Knowing that and looking at your life and the past in a minimalist fashion, when faced with adversity what did you do. Did you drive through it towing over the issues? Or did you ignore it altogether? Now, as mentioned, these options are boundless and have a myriad of choices. What do you choose?

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for your support. Thank you for the kindness and may your life be beautiful. May there be life and love before you to cherish.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Ninety, July 8th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    She calls me snap dragon, as though that’s what I’ve become. Do I take honour to it? Offense? Or is that me?

    I question this, and go through the introspective search of why. Why are my responses and my quips so immediately snarking? Is it because I’m just f****** tired? Is it due to just being fed up with the monotony of the same b*******? I don’t know. I feel like I haven’t said that in a minute but it’s true, I wish I knew, but then there’s a variable and that’s her. Now will she give me a response as to, not the name, but what’s being seen that creates a calling for that? And is it incessant or is there something that is being said that is getting the Snapdragon attitude?

    These are my questions of the week. What is it I’m portraying and exuding that’s causing the name? Life…

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. I thank you for the support and the added likes that have been boosting the site. Thank you all, I am very appreciative of the love I see here.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Prompt…

    What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life?

    Always will there need to be coffee available. Music, music is always a need when looking for a focusing agent, and segway alternative. But then…we call for the hunger that pangs at the stomach, the monotony of routine that is sometimes relied on, but I digress there’s no comfort there. Yay, the food nourishes, keeps my kind sharp, of course, but it’s the nuances of self that call for at least giving a damn for a minute about ourselves. Right? Growing up I saw very little joy and a lot of work that brought very little happiness along the way. What had truly been seen as a beacon for me growing up, it was the imagination that I let fuel the dreams that became who I am today. That said I make the world’s around me fit what I’m needing to fit with what I’m wanting throughout each day. Though it may seem nihilistic, maybe even lazy, I assure you it’s not. I get to wake up and be the dad I want to be, I get to wake up and be the husband I want to be, while doing those two things I also get to be the writer, the dreamer, the artist, and the poet because I am.

    But still that coffee and music needs to be there.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your day be bright and the night a joyous splendor for you.

    Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Nine, July 7th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    This is a scribed recording of myself at 12:42 a.m on the 8th of July.

    I will try my best to speak clearly, and not edit anything.

    Midnight, midnight 45 actually, the rains softly falls up above. And I am perplexed, as a matter of fact I am much more than perplexed. I’m flummoxed, behooved, rattled, f****** frustrated as hell.

    You ever go through a matter of weeks, days, and in this time you feel calm, even comfortable, safe, a solid and dare I say resolute stance seems to be had? And then, something happens, you forgot to delete something that doesn’t f****** matter because it’s that minute, that infinitesimal that it becomes something so distanced and neglected that it’s nothing, but then Fortuna, the gorgeous lady, s**** on you like a bird in the heat of summer?

    And then what went from feeling peaceful and calm like the placid waters of a distant lake; turns to the devastation of a hurricane meeting a typhoon during a full moon.

    Yesterday, I felt a dying calm, there was such a peace in my heart that if anything had gone wrong I don’t think it would have phased me, today is quite the contrary.

    Now you think, ‘maybe it’d be the boys I’m talking about‘. It isn’t but at moments I wish it was.

    It’s a daunting reality to this song:

    ENJOI!!

    There’s no buying of anything that can ever bring a solid and consistent variable of happiness. At least, that’s what I’m finding. And that leaves me here trying to decide on a few things. 

    Like: What am I going to let affect me?

    How am I going to be? And what steps do I want to take?

    The truth of the matter is, it’s a choice, everyday is a choice to be what you want to be. Do you choose to be gracious and kind, or brash, assertive, and overbearing? Do you want to make each step count? Or take a trip five steps back?

    That’s where I am? Am I going to repeat on a path of the insanity route doing something the same with an expectation to there being a difference this time? Or is it wanting to make it the best it can be. It is a choice.

    Choose.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. Thank you for the gracious support and coming time and again. I thank you.

    May your night be bliss and the day be gracious and pleasant. Til tomorrow.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Eight, July 6th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    Just try, for me, for you and yourself if you would, to be happy and find light.

    Life is too damn short.

    Life is too precious and beautiful to hold emblazoned fury to ancient trials. Is it worth the wasted energy in bringing that type of anger or ignition? Wouldn’t you rather invest in love and light to boost and help than otherwise?

    I know I would.

    Those boys I wrote about, I’m awaiting a response hesitantly, anxiously, and there’s so much whirling around my head. For one I could understand the anger that I see in his eyes, the other has a joy that reveals the fire and beauty for life. They both do though depending on circumstances of course, just the teen angst has come to the oldest, and I get it. Least I could understand.

    There’s a sure feeling that I’ll be receiving some letters from them likely around the time that I send the box that I am packing for ’em… we’ll see. And said that I would sketch some pieces for them before I get that over to him and I am debating do I paint do I sketch or do I just send things? The trivial ordeals of a dad it is still trying to figure his s*** out.

    C’est La Vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your coming day be beautiful, may the night come with grace and bliss.

    Thank you for the repeated support to boosting the site. Thank you.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day One Hundred & Eighty-Seven, July 5th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    If I may, I will give some context to what I will be setting the stage with today.

    A small one, I know, ENJOI!

    To begin, I was not a decent person growing up. I was a teen, a child wrestling with my own curiosity of my bastard self. Just meeting my brother and my sister after 18 years, just meeting my dad after 19, and I thought having a fucking kid was a good idea. Now obviously it wasn’t because I was a s*** ass, it wasn’t because I was in a gang which I wasn’t, I wasn’t viciously violent, I haven’t killed anybody, but I haven’t kept my word. I haven’t kept to my promises, and I’ve made some mistakes that I’m not proud of. I’ve also likely hurt more people than I’m aware of especially two boys that I’m responsible for.

    That’s why I’m writing about what’s being written today.

    Life and choices… am I right?

    The thing though, I was a teen and thought having kids was a great idea. Stop, read that sentence again ‘I was a teen and thought having a kid was a great idea. real question this is anybody reading this please please I beg you answer. I would love the conversation. But here’s my question.

    If you were a 30-year-old woman, meeting a young man who seemed sure, seemed positive, and thought having kids was a good idea where do you stand on that?

    Now I’m not looking for validation, nor am I looking for justification in anything I’m simply questioning the whole of it all. I’m 34 almost? I think. And just the ill thought of having coitus with somebody 10 years younger than me is grotesque. I don’t know that’s just my thought though back to it anyway sorry I digress.

    But I realized ‘wait I still am a kid! I want to continue being a kid and figure life out that way and ended up making some really selfish decisions where I built my own family away from them, leaving them in another town. It was the one actually, just one. I didn’t know about the second one until much later.

    That’s not an excuse, and they do get taken care of very well, as a matter of fact I am making a goodie box for the both of them and I plan on producing a shot or two of what is going to be sent to them. Figured it’s about fu***** time.

    I’m actually very excited and I wrote them a 12 , maybe 14 or 15 pg. Letter telling them the truth as best as I could without drudging anybody through the mud. I just simply stated who I was as a young man and foolish one, how I made some drastic and crass decisions and decided I don’t want to live like this, which if you understood I think you’d know, and I didn’t want that in my life. I didn’t want that for my life and I didn’t want to already have changed what I did and let that become who I am and I’m not that person.

    The truth of the matter is I was fearful, and what took me so long with communicating with them was the fear and apprehensiveness of the Navy SEAL brothers that are tied to her family, knowing that their life was better off as it was untouched by me then with me. This though was a thought then and not a thought now, so here we are waiting for a letter or conversation back. I don’t know, I feel like maybe it will be a text message… I’m hoping it’s not a letter but we’ll see.

    Poetry & Art

    Medication by: M. R. Vega
    Fire Bush by: M. R. Vega

    C’est La Vie

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    NOSCE TE IPSUM