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No Longer Hollow
1 January, 2021
Author: Luke Mudge

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Standing outside the other night, I was about five feet from my barn doors, it was 18 degrees out. Every inhale you could feel and every exhale you could see. The white sky a little shade of gray as night started pulling the covers over my eyes.

Alone for a second with my thoughts, a top this hill where nothing blocks the wind, I realized something. Every individual has a specific meaning for their existence, but for me, its much more simple than I ever thought.

To live and actually live, provide, but not without living.
To know and actually know, who matters and who has my best interest at hand.
To rest and actually rest, and not let the wolves drag away my peace.
To be and actually be, for we get this gift once, and though late life perks may be sacrificed, late life isn't promised, only today is.

Oh darling you read my mind, seeing my ache you took the pin and pricked yourself, trying to feel my pain just so could be a part of it, to be able to acknowledge where my mind was going, to come along for the ride, and weather this storm.

The storm ever ending, dark clouds always lingering just a few miles away, with a peak from the sun to give you a glimpse of hope, and a little warmth among life's current wrath. You hold that umbrella firm, but closed, letting whatever mother nature intends come to us, to show me, we can weather though anything.

You are not the shadow behind the beauty that we've created, you are the beauty that has created your masterpiece. And you wear it so well, whenever I see you look at her.

That picture guides me everyday, you can see through my eyes whenever there is pain, but whenever my tears are filled with joy for whatever reason you go blind.
Maybe its because you want me to be able to feel it all, take it all in, without you getting to glace at the beauty that is within.

But You, deserve all the credit, those tears of joy are because of you, and you need to see what I see. For change is inevitable, you are the definition of taking my hand and pulling me along for the ride, to show me what life is like outside of the chaos.

And for this,
I just want to say,

Thank you.

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