greater than my sum
by: allie merrick i'm one of the many in this land of plenty i'm one of the masses with rose-colored glasses who sees the light and chooses to fight for more than i understand yet take command from unspoken cues in vibrant hues in shades too fine to attempt to define there's more in store and so painfully i wait with action i hesitate because i know that i know not and if i once knew sadly i forgot i bow down to the beauty that rises in duty So, I took the train, as I regularly do, from Chicago back to Grand Rapids. After a long day, a 'beverage' (which only refers to a refreshment with a personally pre-qualified alcohol content) was not an option, but a requirement. Top shelf Scotch would have been the preference. However, when in a pinch one can't be picky. I had to work with what the menu gave me. It's times like these that I'm reminded of my need to carry a flask.
Cheers, Allie once upon a december theory
by: allie merrick once upon a december theory: a chorus rung and sung out yearly notes of days and nights played out over weeks and months of certain doubt now give way to a known refrain of reflection on both loss and gain as the last verse of a year is played plans for an encore are being made
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