It has been a long time since I thought of you, not as a person but as the thing I have most dreamed about in the past. Dreams that you never became the distant memory of the past, that when I sang into the battle for you, you heard me. But that is not the now but is the foundation of the now. A solid and mature means of understanding the seasons of the human heart.

I have not had a moment in a long time to think of the things you have seeded for me, From thistles to the rose, The handful of seed you tossed into my life grew into many things. Some most beautiful, I fear I shall never again see such things as beautiful as those flowers again. However, my fear is always abaded by the scars of thorns and hidden spines of decay.

For not do I ever wish you pain or the decay of life or limb, I wish to you the, life you want, for that is what you gave me through it all. A greater understanding of the flowers of humanity and the thorns of the human soul. Forever is the beauty in my mind that you have given me when I look at the world. Never forgotten is the pain of the acidic sap that is used to grow some of the most beautiful things in the world.

With this I wish to have you know, I hate not you, nor the choices made, I despised the memories not, for they are the things that have formed me into the thing I am today. I am not a broken man, but a wiser one. I am not a man of greatness, but one who has seen greatness. For these are things only found in the most wonderful of things, the most beautiful of things. Just the day it comes when I find these flowers again, I will make sure to check for thorns.

Until later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger from the woods.