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Happy New Year!

On the last day of 2012, I send love to all of my friends, followers & family.

May this New Year bring you unexpected joys, undeniable happiness, and unending compassion.

See you in 2013!

Awaiting a new day in a new year,
Stephen Quammie (aka The Wandering Mind)

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Let It Come

I don’t want to be influenced by the things of the past as I enter into this new age.
I won’t lie, I’ve been so used to taking what I’m given, that it seems appalling for me to ask for something more.
It’s not often that I ask for the impossible and make the stars collide.
The many directions in which the span of my attention has been split are slowly coming together, like a jigsaw puzzle that has consumed the space and time of my life.
I am alive, but am I living?
What have I done?
What if I wanted to fight right now, what would you do?

This mission, this cause, comes with a warning to the people.
Yesterday I was quiet as I found compensation in every disappointment.
Today my tongue has been loosened.
My spine aches as it prepares for all of the things that I will have to do.
Doing my duty without pain goes without saying.
As the good Doctor once said, “Our lives begin to end, the day that we become silent, about the things that matter.”
I will reintroduce who I am to you, because I am not the same as the person that you left in the yesteryear.

I thought that I had lost my faith, but found that I had taken up a new religion.
Practice hope and trust in yourself; that is the mantra echoing within my soul.
Hello heart, I’m ready to trust again.
I have way too many reasons to stand alone and not enough to share with you.
I gave a little to peak your interest, but not nearly enough to captivate you and keep you close.
So we cut ties, waved goodbye and wondered “what if?”, but no more of that I promise.
If I want, I will have.
I will have you when I want you, and every moment after that because my patience has run out.
Impulse fuels me and I will not fight it any longer, I cannot.
I can’t become what I need to be by remaining as I am, so let change come.
Let it come.
For me, for you, for all of us who see potential, and are not afraid of it.
Thank you Lady Fire for burning away at my flaws until I had nothing left to hide.
I am ready, put to rest what you’ve thought of me.

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