What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?
Hi-ho and hello.
Risk. I like the game, I appreciate the opportunities given on the scale of a cardboard ie of risk is outlandishly unforgiving. Though that’s said, I get it, because it’s gripped with the imagination and all the possibilities.
A Poem
M. R. Vega
Faith, a spirit wandering. Juxtaposed against the grain of the flurried days we have before us. Faith, a beaten spoil for all the grandeur ripped away. The contrast of light and dark has lost its grasp and slips, slips, slips. Faith, the blue and purple pulp of hope, flashed and bruised, Faith, the beaten golden wonders of all that died in the gleaming of hours. Becoming transactional, losing the relations, traditions scrapped to save a dime, Faith now a smoldering bitch weeping at the ash beneath. Wishing the find a glimmer. Wishing to find a glimpse of a hope that’s suffocating. Suffocating. Can we resurrect? Do you want to?
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the day be in your favor and may the night be gracious and bring dreams of light.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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