“Woodland Path” (photo by Harold Davis)

“Woodland Path” (photo by Harold Davis)

(Source: amongthegoblins)

Starting an Adventure Blog shortly..stay tuned!

Starting an Adventure Blog shortly..stay tuned!

"La destrucción es una forma de creación."

Happy Father’s Day, mom.

ionizedcatholic:

 

Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. I would have been a hero - died for a cause, instead now - I’ll die a relatively wealth man sucking the teet of the contracting world.
Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. I would never have known my wife cheat on me. I would have died a loving husband, a proud father.
Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. I would be happy - died living a normal life, the American dream. Now I torture my mind on a daily basis - the war in my head is worse than any battle man has seen.
Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. You wouldn’t worry about money anymore, obviously I wouldn’t either. Our daughter could go to college - you could too.
Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. The soul-crushing demoralization of starting my life over is too much sometimes.
What happened? Who am I? How am I supposed to deal with this? This isn’t my life!
Sometimes I wish that mortar wasn’t a dud.

ionizedcatholic:

Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. I would have been a hero - died for a cause, instead now - I’ll die a relatively wealth man sucking the teet of the contracting world.

Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. I would never have known my wife cheat on me. I would have died a loving husband, a proud father.

Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. I would be happy - died living a normal life, the American dream. Now I torture my mind on a daily basis - the war in my head is worse than any battle man has seen.

Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. You wouldn’t worry about money anymore, obviously I wouldn’t either. Our daughter could go to college - you could too.

Sometimes, I wish I had died in Iraq. The soul-crushing demoralization of starting my life over is too much sometimes.

What happened? Who am I? How am I supposed to deal with this? This isn’t my life!

Sometimes I wish that mortar wasn’t a dud.


Memory Sucks
Poem by Beau Sia
Music by Dawen
Video by Eyad Zahra