The Last Ride

The Infamous Joshua and Laura adventures in Kirksville Missouri have come to an end. In glorious fashion, we left our final mark on the city and closed the door on a chapter of our lives. Jesus signs, boxes full of trash being transported on the top of the tank, and of course laughing at people over Mexican food..... ahh the life we have led for over a year now.

Much like Wyatt and Doc, we are friends til the end. So cheers to you Kirksville; thanks for playing host to our fun. I will return, but things won't quite be the same.

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Watching the sun set, our national anthem is blaring over the hills. The troops march on and the beat of the drum is growing stronger. Can you imagine? Could you even imagine? This the battle. We are complex lives with small-town morals and big city dreams.
This May travel far far away to a place that you have never been. Dream outragous thoughts. Feel alive.

I have returned.
From outer-space.
The trees on earth seem so foreign now. The sound of birds chirping does not fade into the background of this moment; each song is bright in my mind.



if your favorite word is isthmus
if you love old water=logged newspapers
if your idol is Mark Twain
if you have dreams of playing poker with God and call his bluffs perfectly
if you love to look at trees through the flames of a campfire
if you dislike laugh tracks
if you love the feeling of peach juice trickling down your right hand
if you sway to country songs on the radio
if you sit in the driver's seat of a car with a girl in control of her life
if you enjoy sneaking around buying multiple packs of cigarettes at a time
if your biggest wound has come from a cigarette lighter in a purple dodge neon
if your friday nights consist of sitting on a porch listening to the crickets and your own thoughts
if you chewed on crayons as a child

then
you are Fernando

Battlescars

Good Ole Kirksville, Missouri...where it all began.

They line our lives, acting as reminders of the past. While some memories fade and dissolve, others never die. Tonight we toast to the forevers in life. No matter what happens, these things will not be taken away. Celebrate the past, present, and future with a kind heart.

A High School Feel

Butterflies.
They watch over us through the tough times in life. They flutter and fly. Their wings are soft and delicate. Soft to the touch, they hover above. They reside in my stomach.

The Stage is Life

Serene sounds steadily filled a saturated starry night.


Whispers and echoes of those whispers engulf the hallway. The magnitude of it all has the small child floored. Now collapsed on the floor, the room begins to twirl in the boy's eyes. Where is up? Right. Left. Up. Down. It all is inconceivable. Gathering every ounce of strength he has, the boy attempts to stand up with all good intentions. As his shaky legs elongate, balance is lost, and he becomes one with the floor once again. His intentions were good, yet the end result was not what he had hoped for. Panicked on the ground, the boy is left with no choice but to slow his mind. His breathing begins to slow, his mind relaxes, and slowly, but surely the hallway becomes stationary. Cautiously, he once again rises to his feet. His sweaty hands now press into the sheet rock around him. He must use what he can around him to give himself extra strength to continue down the hall. This strength will keep him moving until he is able to regain it himself.
He may not always be strong, but he surrounds himself with strong pillars and is always aware of their location and proximity.

My posts may be few and far between, but you know what that means. Words are always written in one form or another.

Peach Colored Walls

Life is best lived with a mix of caution and risks.

You placed that orange cat inside my car. Full of junk, the cat quickly hid in the backseat. A sunny fall day, those rays warmed my Honda. Windows were rolled down as we raced through those country towns with windows down. Hands out the windows with the radio cranked, we traveled far and wide. Singing to that new Jay-Z song, all our troubles were carried away by the rolling hills.
Parked in a dark lot, our hands, minds, and trust wanders. We search for connections. For something that just feels right in a world where so much feels wrong. Your eyes peer through the dark strands of hair with more meaning than I can put into words.
Back in your bed, your hand rubs the small of my back. I trust your hands; I trust your mind; I trust your soul.
It's at that moment of complete trust it hits me. The cat has been in the car for hours now.

Truth rests within our souls.