Freedom

Freedom is the most valuable and precious possession that 1 could possess. Without it life is not even worth living to me so, I owe my very life to all the fallen who have given theirs fighting for it. My heart aches for thier families & loved ones who they left behind. For them there is no solace. There are no words, deeds, actions or gifts that could bring even the slightest comfort but if there were I pray this for each and everyone of them.

mind play

The sound of the gentle clinking of crystal glasses tapping together in an unspoken exhuberant toast generated by symbiotic hearts; the magical sight of tiny sparkles of light refractions from a candle's flame dancing merrily about, like a firework's glowing embers blowing in a gust of August wind; the warm amber glow that masked the flush on my cheeks yet a disguise that was betrayed by my eyes and smile revealing my secret inner feelings; a scene which plays in my mind like a treasured memory. But, in reality a fabricated fantasy from a vivid imagination.