"The years thunder by, the dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on shelves of patience." 


Sterling Hayden






Kenai Mountains




Ghosts are gathering. 

Their constant chatter makes me lose my place in line.

I had to step out into the cold clear air.  I look back through the frosted window to the warm glow, the crackling fire, the friendly chatter,

as the line forms. 


The hypnotizing murmur.  Friends and warmth

Cuddling

Shuffling. 

Step by step into the fire.


And the ghosts tell me stories. 


I quickly look away from them but it's too late.  There's no good stopping place.  The fire recedes from the iced glass pane and leaves only a tiny graffiti of light in the comfortable black warmth.




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"We are beings on our way to dying. We are not immortal, but we behave as if we were. This is the flaw that brings us down as individuals and will bring us down as a species someday. Warriors, however, do have the upper hand; as beings on their way to dying, they have someone whispering in their ear that everything is ephemeral. The whisperer is death, the infallible advisor, the only one who won't ever tell you a lie."

-Don Juan Matus







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"People are crazy and times are strange

I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range

I used to care,

but things have changed"


- Dylan