The temporal character of human

As I sat and read today, an innocent approached. Whilst imbibing my caffeine, and relishing my nicotine, I was provided a simple, fleeting glimpse of the beauty that remains no matter what travails parallel. I didn't learn her name, or that of her brother. Her younger sisters name is Nicole. Such bright eyes. When offered a flower, so simply and sincerely, I accepted. Random kindness of the purest sort. Three young children. All with the most concise inroads into the tumultous mind of a soldier in his state of ungrace. Just a small violet bloom. Scrounged from the surroundings of material trappings that simply cannot compare to that superb pleasure of clearest devotion to curiousity and unabashed life.

Nice relief, as not bas-relief.

Vices

So, it has been said differently, but it means the same: Advice is the worst Vice.

I disagree.

Love is the worst vice. At least, it seems to be mine.

Would I be better off hollow? Empty? Selfish?

What is your vice? -drinking, smoking, cursing, etc do NOT count, those are fleeting....I mean a REAL Vice.....

Not really then, but later, and now, as I am turning

to the respite. There I recline into the dreamscape. Whither, I know not, nay, less how, but I seek you. Yours are a tumult and mayhap a truth. Mine are my dominance, as I am never thwarted whence I alight. I abandone mine to stand astride your path of fears. Mine will awaite my resurgence there.....The beginneth 'o my eve is the nigh of thine, I shall come to you. Ye shall possess my guarded pauldron to alight the visage I so value thereupon. My shield a revetment, my sword free to sojourn. Heart captured and soul driven.