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Ghostwalker

GHOSTWALKER

A foot in the sand without imprint.
Fingers that leave not a mark.
A whisper lost among crowds.
Voices left up to storage.
A letter detailing some heartache.
Boxes of work holding seal.

A hand starved for affection.
Shoes faded and cracked by the sun.
A shirt with interpretive scent.
Numbers canceled and sent out to roam.
A palm whose lines are forsaken.
Lists resting on soft incompletion.

A desk and a chair that sit lonely.
Mailboxes stuffed from a feast.
A lover whose tears have come often.
Teachers with eyes made of stars.
A table with settings discarded.
Conversations without a reply.

A landlord’s burdensome scramble.
Coins and bills hidden well.
A picture of years without limit.
Bonds broken with force hard to feel.
A life lost with no exposition.
Remainders left fractions of wholes.

A test of the faith of a will.
Spaces and wounds that won’t heal.

Adolescence Interrupted

Coincidentally Cool

coolCoincidence is “the occurrence of events that happen at the same time by accident, but seem to have some connection.” But, how much of what we believe is accidental is simply an energetic or universal pull toward a specific outcome? Can we manifest results through the catalyst of our subconscious and its ability to focus so throughly on some predetermined consequence that we are fooled into believing we are the orchestrators of our own fate?

There are strong arguments on both sides of the debate because what we deem to be coincidental can be so unfathomably absurd that we’re left searching for explanations to justify the illogicality of anything that appears to dance in the space between hard-nosed facts and dreamlike fantasy.

Mystics will look to the Earth’s more magical properties, just as religious zealots  will point to their blind devotion and faith-driven divinity as justifications for anything that sits outside of conventional knowledge.

But, what if we all harnessed the ability to construct our destinies? What if, somewhere in the untapped territories of our brain, existed the tools necessary to write our own blueprints, and build individualized templates? Could we avoid a life of pitfalls, blunders, and misunderstandings?

Irony is a powerful concept and the bevy of impossibilities that consistently defy probability is part of what makes life worth exploring. If walking in the sand was only about following footprints, we’d likely feel the void of uncertainties and a desperate lack of adventure.

Until we resolve the dispute of whether or not we are merely mice on a maze, running tirelessly toward preordained cheese, let’s marvel in the coincidental nature of the human playground. Maybe we are assembled with safeguards to protect ourselves from excessive rates of evolution. Maybe we’re not meant to know anything more than how many monkey bar swings we have left in our limbs…at least for now.