#101

 Friends stick closer than a brother,

I hear,

in the mythology of youth.

But in the loneliness,

I am exhausted.

#100

 My nation is a jellyfish:

Forgetting her drive,

Ignoring her will,

Resting into the current, the tide.

Her tentacles reach farther 

Than she ever imagined.

And yet

She contentedly eats with her anus 

As many invertebrates have since the origin of life.

She forgets her very heritage-

The bravery,

Resourcefulness,

And compassion that made her respectable. Instead, 

She clings to the stings

As the sole feature that make her great. 

Oh love, 

You are not a Man of War, 

You are of the ocean, of the globe.

#99

Comparison, the theif of joy and yet I live in greif; Each timeline shows a better view, convincing this one is the most painful, instead of pleasant. When did living become so small?

#98

Stories remain, engrained in the legacies we fight to leave and the faces of those who listened long enough and deeply enough to chart a new path in the present with the insights of the past.