To the faintest of moonlight...

To the ends of the Earth, 

I will follow you,

where the horizon meets the sunrise, 

if that's what you choose to do.

If you choose to love me,

until the end of the Earth,

I'll be your man.

Having a little too much of something terrible...

Life is amazing. And then it's awful. And then it's amazing again. And in between the amazing and awful it's ordinary and mundane and routine. Breathe in the amazing, hold on through the awful, and relax and exhale during the ordinary. That's just living heartbreaking, soul-healing, amazing, awful, ordinary life. And it's breathtakingly beautiful.

There are those who have been seeking him for over a lifetime but will sadly never get to meet. And there are those he wants to kiss but who trample him beneath ungrateful feet. There are two beasts within him. One who seems to favor the clever and the fair, and the other who is petty and overzealous. He admires all who are still brave enough to dare to know him. By large, his machinations and conjured fantasies are soft-handed and sweet, But scorned, he becomes a difficult beast to defeat. For though each of his strikes can land a powerful blow, when he kills, he will do it slow.

Only I will remain...

I know a little something about fear. We've become quite accustomed in the last few months - more so than I ever thought possible. But what a relief it is to give into it. To let it flow through me and grasp at my innards. And how easy it is for me to persuade myself that I'm doing the right thing, that I'm making the smart, safe decision. But fear is insidious. It is after all, the little death that brings total obliteration. And my pledge, as I start a year anew, is to face it and find ways to not be held hostage by it. For it takes anything I'm willing to give it, the parts of my life I don't mind cutting out, but then when I'm not looking, it takes anything else it damn well pleases, too.