The street where you grew up might not evoke fond memories. Sometimes that place is witness to damage that follows us across the centuries. If you raise your arm in a protective gesture, may it transform into an element of dance. May the labyrinth of time smooth the ragged edges of the tears in our fabric.

The story of a family hunted. How do you protect what survived the flight and the loss? Are you embraced by another culture? We are all delicate at the core, surrounded by beautiful complexity. This piece is to honor those lives at risk of violence from the very cultures that gave them life. May you find a Samurai suit to keep you safe. May you flower.

As children, we are given a framework through which we interpret the world. What a profound responsibility we are offered when standing next to a young mind. Everything you do is taken in. As you continue to grow, may you learn to become the architect of your own viewpoint. May the hurricane of wounded chaos flow past you. May damage from the storm be cleared enough to see your vision through your own eyes. Raging winds that once blew can find amplification in tight corridors, May you open yourself and find the fury dissipate. May we only whip up tempests of passion that serve us.

Sometimes what we see in each other is a vision of our desires. She cloaked you in passionate colors, but what she wanted was not inside.

Sometimes a color can only be seen against the gray. May you drink in the time and fill.

The dragon's scales glitter and shine. Your armor protects. But your fiery breath burned.

I might never see the whole of you. When you spoke, I built steel bars between us. You wanted to be closer. A clumbsy claw can crush a brittle bird.

The smug skin you wear is too thick for grace. He reached to hold your soul. He could only fade from you.

She watches and it hurts. Her hair cannot find its color. May the darkness in the chaos weaken and fall like dry leaves to enrich our soil and strengthen our future.

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You only wanted to play. But what we find inside the door can be dark. Put on your dragon mask, and may you be able to remove it at will.

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The world whips around

May we see the distortions in our lens as breathtaking facets to intrigue the soul.

Quiet child. Dressed in heroes robes. Unknowing, your mother vested you with symbolic salvation. May the chance choice probe prophetic

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