Being here in Jacksonville is such a mixed bag.
Memories.
Beauty, pain, love, lies, betrayal... Reminders that humans are in fact human and the word Love is just a word.
We give words their meanings by their actions.
If my life is to have any worth I have to make that choice for myself and my God, is it excruciating
Why?
I am still looking.
I have refused to yield to the Reaper.
That may be my strongest words so far.
One day I will have more answers.
One day soon.
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