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In the realm where dreams reside,
The wish Wish wishes casts aside
All the glitter, all the gold,
Seeking stories yet untold.

Not for riches, nor for fame,
Not for power, not for name.
In a world where hearts are sore,
Wish just yearns for something more.

Peace to find her tranquil place,
In every heart, in every space.
Harmony in every soul,
Making every spirit whole.

For in the quiet, in the still,
Lies a joy that wealth can't fill.
The wish Wish wishes isn't grand,
Just a gentle, loving hand.

To heal the wounds, to mend the seams,
To weave a tapestry of dreams.
A world where love and kindness reign,
Where no one suffers, no one feigns.

So Wish, with all his might and grace,
Hopes for peace in every place.
A simple wish, yet oh so deep,
For Peace to find her place to sleep.

This set of words is in response to a post by Sadia Khan

I'll tell you what life is without a partner.
It's creating the best coloring book filled with amazing pictures, but having no crayons or markers.
It's conversations with your own echo.
It's big brand new bag of chips that is only 1/4 full.
It's poptarts without the icing.
It's lemonade without the sugar.

Life without a partner is meaningless, as in it means less even if it has any meaning at all.
It's hollow and self serving.
It's a smily face painted on a rusted car door that won't shut.
It's all of the things that should be, but aren't.
It's dreamboards with no dream.
It's contentment but no joy.

This journal has been a hodgepodge of life updates, dream logs and poems, though more of the latter two than the first. Today though, is a life update and one that is long time coming.

It has been many moons and many winters since my last update with the biggest change of them being that the winters have gotten a lot colder while my spirit has gotten much warmer.

In 2020, just before the pandemic kicked off, I left Florida to start an off-grid art community in the middle of the Southern California desert. It was quite the adventure that unfortunately turned sour due to my hosts mental illnesses. That lasted about 42 days. In moving to SoCal, I sold everything I owned, so when I left SoCal, I had nothing to my name. Thankfully, I had family up here in Wisconsin.

Shards of a broken gem cut into the palm of an open hand.
Reflection.

A light unattended swallowed by the night.
Disconnection.

Stardust footprints crossing a bed of coals.
Redirection.

A tornado of fire and stinging rain scour a land of hopes and dreams.
Disinfection.

Eyes leaking ambition after a fresh breath of that new-you air.
Resurrection.

A coy smile,
that hints of magic and wonder.

A dark shade,
that could tear your soul asunder.

A bright light,
a guide for those who wander.

A sharp wit,
as visceral as quick thunder.

Heart and head twisted in a knot.

Dreams bring joy in the things I forgot.

Waking in this world, though I'd rather not, 

I still push forward, counting the blessings in what I've got.

Day as night and night as day.

It's all a swirl, what else can I say?

I hang my hopes on strings of light,

Looking for the meaning as well as the might.

There were a trio of wonders known as the Bear, the Wolf and the Fish. This trio were actually humans that had been gifted with the ability to shapeshift into these forms. The Bear and the Wolf rarely shifted out of their animal forms but the Fish often stayed as half fish, half human. In her full form she resembled a giant gold fish.

This trio was wanted by the government but my brother and I had been appointed as guardians to protect them. We lived on the side of a mountain along with our younger brother and sister. We were the leaders of some kind of revolution group. The whole world was under a spell that made them 100% compliant to the orders of the government. We were in the process of distributing a form of weed that when smoked, it broke the spell and turned them back into free-thinking individuals.