As part of me cries into your hand.
You make me want more,
you make me want more.
Let’s do it all again.
My fingers walk the fine line between you and I.
A circle of want, as we want what we want.
Can I feel inside?
I feel you now, a firm grip around me.
You can feel it too.
Let’s do it all again, you whisper softly.
As I make love to you.
She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.
Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.
The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.
It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.
Jason C. Cushman
“She says she wants to shine a light into the darkness,” but thinks a blog will not accomplish the deed. Does she not realize that with every eye that looks upon her words, a heart might possibly be softened? A mind might be altered slightly? The power to share, to care, and to allow ourselves to affect others… “affect” because we are indeed changing them. It is a scary thought for some and this is not some super power we speak of. It is the power to care and that is a very human quality. That is a character trait that should never be overlooked and instead should be embraced.
A borderless world is social media. This land that we stand in now, these people of all colors and no color at all, their personalities created on fonts called Calibri and Times New Roman. And yet we know them as we do a character from a story we love to reread in the night. These connections are real, as much as some may scoff at silly chains of necessary friendship. These men adorn themselves with lofty titles of “Opinionated Man.” Ignore the wind, it is only the wind from America.
If you want to paint then paint. But if you want to change the world of others then paint the sun. Alter not only their perception, but their reality as well. Do this with pen, brush, keyboard, or word but do it because you do have the power. You have the power to care.
Technically the one year anniversary for HarsH ReaLiTy is not for another day and a half, however, WordPress prompted me to go ahead and renew early when I changed my credit card. I went ahead and did that just now so I will go ahead and celebrate the anniversary today.
This is more than just a celebration of my website being up and running for a year. It is actually a reflection upon my first year of blogging in general. Regardless of the rumors or what you may have heard this is my first attempt at blogging for an audience and I have had a fun ride of it so far. When I purchased my premium package last January I will admit I did it because I was afraid someone would steal my account. I was very worried that I would lose the 300 subscribers I had worked so hard for. Looking back I laugh a little bit at how little I knew about WordPress and blogging as a whole. We all have to start somewhere right?
This experience has become so much more than the initial plan of finding a place to write. The relationships and feedback I have received through this website have surpassed even the initial idea of “constructive criticism” I sought when I entered this community. There have been good and bad experiences and definitely many opportunities in which I have learned my own boundaries and limitations. I think blogging can provide a way for people like me to expand their minds and views without having to leave the comfort of their own home. Sometimes the very act of wading through humanity is daunting enough to stifle any thoughts of venturing forth from the safety of our caves.
I feel like my writing has grown over the past year. Since I have removed my previous year’s work, it may be hard for newcomers to determine this, but the beauty is that there are readers on this website that watched me start from day one. Those people I can only hope have appreciated the evolution that is this website and the ever evolving style of my own writing. I love to push my limits and to try new things, it would be a boring “hobby” if I only stuck with writing things I knew I did well.
I must admit I have really enjoyed having two blogs so far. I feel like I don’t really have two websites, just one large one. I hope it isn’t too annoying having to jump across from one website to another, but my plan is for “A Good Blog is Hard to Find” to be an equal to HarsH ReaLiTy in the near future. I appreciate the support and the encouragement with my new site from all of those that have read it.
Here’s to another year of writing. There is nothing else I would rather be doing.