Fighting this battle

In the hustle of the job we simply don't see. In the pattern of the day we simply forget. But, in the stillness of the night we find ourselves able to further see those edges of our mind that lay forgotten. The front lines of our imagination. The place where all the honorable thoughts run into the dross head on. It is a battlefield of character, a force of self control. The world fights with an army of messages. Some good, some bad. Like Lehonti, curiosity can have a price. So, keep those defenses up. Armor those barricades. Equip those troops with the armor. The armor of god.

A day like any other

A day likes any other, it weaves and wiles it's way about. Sometimes it floods every moment in activity, others it stifles with the lack of activity. Sometimes we are meant a little extra space to make sense of it all. Something like a breath of fresh air can make all the difference. Sometimes we just need a moment that we are fully responsible for, free from other's touch. In my findings I feel responsible for those around me, or at least aware of them. With that awareness comes responsibility. It must, to an extent. This is from the eyes of an introvert who loves you all deeply enough to be his best, and his best needs space. Like a delicious bag of chips, savory in concentrated pieces. And closed and reopened the thousand times. There is meaning here, and just when you think you have it, leave and return to find something new and exciting. Responsibility aside, there is plenty of us to take care of for our own selves, but keeping that in mind with a room full of people can be a challenge.