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My Only Hope (“Rare are second chances” …continued)
By J. Keys

My personal preferences aside I can’t give you permission to do this, no one can. In this regard the decision will be heavy and so will the consequences, though in the latter you won’t be alone …if you can survive the adolescence of the impact.

What you need and where you need to end up are as unformed questions as the solutions to your problems and, maybe, perceptions. Nevertheless I can hear the desperation and the desire in your voice and pauses. And though my mantle and way often call me to rescue… I can’t this time; not from where you are or where I stand. The best I could do is steal what is clearly not free and that is clearly not enough anymore.

I know… and maybe you do as well but that alone does not change the gravity or the power of circumstance; both constant. Today those powers mock you, one day they will carry you and, my personal preferences aside, we will each smile from the inside out… knowing. This is my only hope.

Sincerely,
Caleb

Across the room
By J. Keys

How quickly does a moment pass? It’s amazing how something can appear, right in front of you, one way and then suddenly present itself in another. That’s what he realized about her today when she walked across the room.

She had a naturally grand way with entrances but mostly she just had a grand way –but either way she was unaware of both. Earlier in the day she stood, leaned up against a table talking to a friend. She wore a short, soft, black dress disguised and somewhat hampered by a rather common looking denim jacket. It wasn’t so much out of place but it didn’t fit… someone so very much uncommon. Just the same to look her up and down resulted much like the descent and rise of a roller coaster just before an inverted loop; filled with anticipation and fear but eventually dominated by the thrill gained and joy received.

Her pace, so often, was typically fast but it slowed in his eyes from every heel to toe as that soft, black dress passed over her skin and fell on her body. Every lock and step was as hard to watch was it was to look away. And it was that moment out of place that fit so perfectly, amazingly and presented in another as she walked across the room.

The weight of it all
By J. Keys

You know what I want to do? It is all things without constraint; a hug, a look a word. But this life carries a weight both variable and constant. There are considerations that are true and perceptions that are so paper thin you could sneeze and dissolve them like sugar in water if not for their monumental reach and unsubstantiated galvanization unto themselves. Reality is indeed a woven fabric but the reality we live in is frail and weak.

And so the clandestine is born. It is a peculiar and most often misunderstood way. It is so many times seen as dark, obtuse and… unknown. But it is a razor thin line that exists within us all… that line between a deceit in kind and camouflage in purpose. Knowledge is a wonderful and powerful thing… but it cannot be undone, for better or for worse. Aside from these facts and fossils we color our world with the best of what we want and the worst of what we’ve ever been. It causes us to judge and yell and forgive and move on… again, we are strange creatures.

Nevertheless, all things considered, there is no harmony or excellence without a balance or dam. This world and so many entities within it have become so truly great… but never without shields, guards and secrets. This will always be the unsung and unappreciated sentinel of continuity that carries the weight for us all… both constant and variable.