I most certainly cannot sleep. My mind just will not stop thinking. Really, sleep isn’t much more than a waste of life. Insomnia may be a waste of sanity. Still, I’ve had my time to rest, and I am now restless.

There’s been time spent on pain, and the process of renewal. My space is cramped, and I can’t seem to keep a steady pace.

In my mind’s eye, I see the scenery that will lend to our uprise. Part of this is just letting go, because I’m tired of being weighed down.

I have always contested this world, and I am stubborn. I see this reflection in my own child, as she now harnesses herself.

Trouble is, you cannot fight a world working on its own time. For then, we are just fighting our self.

We all just want to take off and soar, on our own dreams. Anything less, seems too much to sacrifice. So where does compromise come in? Where am I left in a country of law, with no care for its man?

Left behind, or mustering leverage enough to pull through. There is no detour, at the end of our days. All may settle and serve its own purpose, but what is, IS.

What will tomorrow bring… A question most useless. Holding my breathe will do me no good, for that is all that keeps me in the promise of a tomorrow.

I laugh at myself.
For I have this way of expressing myself.

Where I bite my tongue, I find the confidence in what HAS been said. Leaving well enough, alone. Silence can be golden.

When I do speak, I can bite. There is a certain group of things, dear to my heart, that I will drop a face of ferocity for. Emotional intensity is my weapon, and I demand the floor. I love myself for these moments; I stand strong.

With the soul of a rebel, and the heart of a healer; there is sure to be opposite actions. I can sit quite saintly, with a mind full of thoughts you may never know. So long as you do not look me in the eyes, and demand pity rather than a connection … I am by my own wind. Time will heal those wounds.

Sometimes my soul does speak with strength, and without premeditation. Raise my stinger, and shoot my guff. My points are sharp, and to the bone. Ignite my fire, through the passions of my soul.

The balance between a rabbit and a scorpion:
One does hop;
Breaks their heart for fear of pain…
Other does scurry;
Slays a prey to shield their kin.

“There’s just a lot more to our projects, that Christopher and I have developed between us in the last 4 years, than we could possibly help others to understand. That is four years of constant project development. We have done a whole lot of talking and concept building.

While our issue has been money, that isn’t what fuels our passions. So where money has been presented to us in the most lucrative ways, we have denied it. We may be a couple of fools, but we just don’t see the world getting any better if we keep “selling out” as people.

When you look at the market today, the facts are big corporations are going belly-up. Little folks running websites out of their homes are bringing in the million-dollar-ideas. I have read a lot of stories, and they all struggled themselves into near-eviction before they made it to the top. It can be a stressful route, but at the end of the day… I know what the world is made of, and it isn’t money.

The human experience has been an ingenious evolution, accompanied by inventions, art and literature. The stories of religion frame our beliefs, art opens our eyes to a new world, and inventions propel our world into the evolution we seek.

I don’t know if you remember one of the first times we ever had coffee together. Before Krislynn was even expected. I told you, I “felt” something, a Renaissance was on the horizon. My vision hasn’t changed. It has only been reaffirmed by people such as Mic, or the millions who share their views via the web. It’s a beautiful synchronicity. That is what we aim to grab a hold of, for the greater good of… The world.

Vanessa had told us numerous times, “Have you ever seen SLC Punk? What if you guys turn out like the punks from the 80’s, completely wrong.” As they apparently screwed themselves over, believing the system would fall. If nothing cataclysmic happens, praise us all! I surely don’t really WANT to see the world in shambles, only to build itself back up through the burning passions in our souls.

The issue, however, has always been that generations drop the torch. Even during the 60-70’s “revolution”, those damn hippies sold out to the 9-5 and let the world fall down to what it is today. When I see our parents’ generation, I see all the things they never accomplished. For what? Because they were fooled into thinking that money fueled life.

I am not going to go insane, that is for sure! I continue to thank my Mother not only for her insane display of the self, but her strength in making it through no matter the circles she winds in.

Anyhow. I merely wanted to give you a more proper response. That’s how I do it. Like a novel… That I plan to write when we retire to a cabin, away from everything in my years of grandchildren. For now, I don’t talk much. Actions speak louder than words, and I am feverish to leave a legacy. ;)”