The knock on the door echoed in the silent living room. The Jameson’s, Mr. and Mrs., both jumped from their seats as the sound came crashing through the tranquil house. Though they had been expecting company, it was almost twenty minutes late and they’d been waiting in dead silence for at least that long.
I would have told you I love you
if we hadn’t been saying goodbye
With the end always a breath away
it never seemed real to me
like vapors disappearing before my eyes
and even though you’re gone today
there’s a ghost lurking within my mind
Every campaign season, I watch as politicians carry on about whatever issues are hot at the moment, trying to scrape together the last of the key undecided votes and build momentum toward election day. Every time, without fail, what starts as big ideas and dreams deteriorates into meaningless pandering and mudslinging.
The very nature of life is that of struggle. From the moment we take our first breath until the day we take our last, our lives are locked in a series of constant and ongoing battles, battles against ourselves, the world and even each other.
