This road starts but never ends
It has choices but never a decision
This road loves and never hates
It continues and never stops
This road is improvised by all step foot upon it
It inspires and changes
This road paves the way through childhood
It branches off from its stem like a tree's limbs
This road grows with its travelers
It looks over them as they walk it.
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
In my mind
"Thanksgiving" has warped definition
twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people
it used to be a holiday of celebration;
now it's harsh and revealed and true
it's cruel and violent
It's cold out
it's snowing
falling slowly
steadily
reassuringly
it brings a sense of calm
the world has begun the process of renewing;
once the snow melts
it will be spring
life will return
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