April 21st, 2026
I lay awake in bed again unable to sleep. The light shines in from the blinds shedding the darkness of being cuddled up again with self pity and despair. I lay here quietly awaiting the birds chirping of discovery that the sun has risen, hungry for the day before them. The creaking floors from ages of footsteps and life leads me to the refreshing cup of warm, smooth motivation to tackle what may be before me.
The aroma of regret and bourbon have worn off this Spring air, some claim the hint of sulfur and charcoal. The world police have suited back up, gearing themselves for a tour that the people should not want. It all starts different but all ends the same, innocent people lined up to be sent into the war machine with hopes of returning to the land of the free. Why worry about what food you have to eat or water to drink when there is black gold to be seized.
For me, this Spring holds hope. Like moisture in the clouds waiting for the perfect equation to give us a part of life we need. The hope that the troubles, worlds issues, reins of fire, all finally fall to our side. The hope that we can all finally stand together, in love and peace. The hope we desperately need for the times ahead.
Hope is not lost, just undiscovered
-Elrod Van Altizer
