Darkness descends and I sit here writing. One begins to wonder what centuries of surviving has to do with anything. People come and go, friends you make one day are soon dead in their graves in a short span of time that all take for granted. Families are changed and their lives marked by everyone that touches their lives in some way or another. I wonder if those whose lives I have come in contact with are better for it. The pages I sit here and write are for my peace of mind. And I know that...

Shadows dance in the dawn, giving way to the mist of morning. And the Sun, knowing no difference, shines gold beams down. Bringing light to the darkness, sending sister Moon home because now it’s his turn to guide the world beneath his gaze. Warmth spreads over the land like a blanket. Awakening the land to move and life begins anew. A new day, a new beginning. “Ah, hell. I don’t like it.” The sound of paper ripping fills the air of a small room. Along with it getting crumpled and then thrown...