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After returning from a trip to the mountains I am finding myself in unrest. I miss the wind across my face. I miss the serenity of the forests. I miss many things and yet I aim to adjust the sails of reality and move forward. Hopefully, soon.

What war does. it lasts long after it's over.my father beat me 2 months after my mother's sudden death, and I blocked it out for 35 years of my life.

A human experience

The mercenary is a man.
The squire is a woman.
The night is their master.

This was written to Tom Nevelle. This is how I feel about him. He means everything to me, more than life itself. I can feel him, even now, next to me. Even though, in truth, he is at his place doing his thing and I am at mine. We have a connection that is undenable. That is why I couldn't break up with him, when he found 'His Toy'. She is know gone and away from him, and that makes me happy. I think that the whole point of doing that was to prove, he is "The One I Serve'.

This was written for Tom ___. I may soon be able to put his last name here. So I will go through and change all these poems. Until then, you have to deal with it. :P