Marchin’ On

A battalion, 64 in 8 rows, on the dusty road
kilometers of unbrokeness, behind and ahead.
each wearer soldier no longer of his own
his mind and his past disappears in his trek.

Doom and despair are left in the wake,
shattered shards of heart left in Saigon.
What could we do, what actions can we take?
only to head towards eternity, forever marching on.

Facebook Hiatus

I suppose that I will be dropping off the FACE of the BOOK soon.

Ahahahahaha. I like puns way too much probably not extremely healthy, but meh.

More of an explanation: the last time I tried this, I suppose I had other motives throughout mid-winter break, but reflecting on he experience, it really was pretty great. To have a week without a constant distraction tends to be pretty good for your creativity, or maybe just your general mindset.

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