In a space filled with uncertainty, love crosses the room.

And the tormented soldier…

he waits…

waiting for the war he never casted,

waiting for the hope he never reached for,

waiting for the action he never took,

waiting for what has yet to come.

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I got it off the porch, now they want me on the fence.

“…feeling a bit lost in the wilderness of our current worldly positioning — caught between self-awareness and overt obliviousness, between individualism and collectivism. It’s frightening, wanting to do so much in the name of community, advocacy, and activism, yet realizing the most radical act is to go within first. This cohort gave me the space to do just that.”